Taken

Part 12

Quinn's POV:
Could someone be watching us? I didn't know, but that e-mail was really creepy.
"Can you trace the e-mail address like you traced the phone number?" I asked, leaning over Leo's shoulder. "Yeah I can try," he said, starting to type on the computer, "no wait I can't, it's blocked."
"You can block your e-mail address?" Luke asked, cutting in.
"I guess so," Leo said, as he scrolled through the rest of Cara's e-mails. "Woah, look at these ones," Leo pointed at the screen and Luke and I looked at the screen.
"bossman92@gmail.com?" Luke asked, reading the e-mail address, "Do you know who that is?"
"Yeah, Cara used to always e-mail this guy, I think he was the one who sold her drugs," Leo said. "So they're old messages?" I asked, "Because I haven't seen Cara do any drugs." Leo shook his head. "No this one is from two weeks ago," he said, skimming over the e-mails, "What the hell..." he turned around and looked at us, "I think she's selling drugs for this guy." I could feel the color leaving my face.

"That can't be right," I said, pushing him out of the way so I could read the screen, "Cara was my roommate for 2 years I think I would have noticed if she was a drug dealer." But as I scrolled through the e-mails I saw that Leo was right. "Why would she do that?" I asked. I couldn't image her dealing drugs, at least not the Cara I knew.
"Hold on," Leo said, "Holy..." he trailed off.
"Well what is it?" Luke demanded.
"She's selling drugs because this guy is paying her tuition," Leo said, "It makes sense, she had no way to pay for anything when mom kicked her out." This was crazy.
"No way," I said, standing up. "Cara has a full scholarship for soccer, she wouldn't need this!" I started raising my voice, I was so in denial.
"Soccer?" Leo asked, confused, "Cara hates sports," he looked at me with questioning eyes. My stomach dropped.
"B-but she always goes to practice, and she has a soccer bag and everything," I stammered, trying not to accept the fact that my best friend is a drug dealer.
"Maybe she dealt when she said she was going to practice, and she hauled the drugs around in her duffel bag?" Luke suggested. I started to feel dizzy so I sat down again.
"Well if Cara really is dealing drugs for someone, then maybe that's where she is." Leo offered. All of a sudden my eyes widened, "The text... the weird phone call... the gun..." I tried piecing my thoughts together, "They took her! Someone kidnapped her!" Everyone looked at each other as we all came upon the same realization.

"We need to get back to NYU as soon as possible," Leo said.
"We?" Luke asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Well yeah," Leo scoffed, "She's my sister, and if Cara's in trouble I need to help." Luke looked angry for some reason, like he didn't want Leo to come along.
"You're right, you obviously know her way better than we do," I said, siding with Leo, "We need you." Leo sat back down at his desk, closed Cara's laptop and opened his own. After typing for a few minutes he turned around.
"There," Leo said, "We're on the 10 o'clock flight to New York tomorrow morning."
"Thank you," I said, looking at Leo appreciatively. Luke rolled his eyes.
"Quinn and I need to go then, and get some sleep," Luke said, ushering me out the door. I turned my head and saw Leo glaring at Luke.
"We'll meet you at the airport at 9 o'clock tomorrow," I said as Luke pushed me out of the room, Leo nodded and Luke and I walked out of the house without even saying goodbye or thank you to Mrs. Walters. "Great," I thought to myself, "Luke and Leo apparently hate each other, and I'm gonna be stuck between them on a plane." Tomorrow should be interesting.