Thanksgiving

Chapter 10

"That's the address he gave me when I asked where he was staying. I had a feeling Christian might have taken him home. That car out there doesn't look like it's got a lot of life left in it," I say looking between the two men.

The men agree. "What is the man's name?" asks Sawyer.

"Marcus Lavley," I say. "I don't know how that's spelled." I pull out my phone and show Sawyer the phone number I was given.

Sawyer hits a few more buttons and pulls up information on a second monitor where he enters the phone number into a search engine. "It's a burner. But it's been active for about three years. There is no record of ownership for the phone number."

"I guess that's good and bad," I say. Good that it's not suspiciously new, but bad that we can't track the owner.

Sawyer then enters the address into another search engine and reads the page. "The house is owned by a Susanne Bishop. It could be a rental, or owned by someone else at the residence."

I stand watching my pink dot. "What is he doing?" I ask. "Has Taylor left?" I answer my own question by looking at the monitors that are used solely for the cameras around the house and grounds. I see that his car is gone. I want to make sure he's gone before I go into hyper mode.

"Bryan, is your car trackable on this system?" I ask.

"Yes ma'am," says Bryan.

Sawyer hits a few buttons and shows our location where a number of dots are sitting. Every vehicle on the property has a tracker. Even Miss Evelyn's. Whether she knows that or not is probably a matter for discussion. "He is this green dot here." He points to the screen.

"Ok, can you please go to this address and see where Christian is?" I ask trying not to get nervous. Marcus wouldn't hurt his son, now that he's met him, would he?

Sawyer looks at Bryan nervously. Bryan is new by a few months but, like Sawyer, has only ever taken orders from Christian and Taylor. I can tell they seem confused about whether I have the authority to tell them what to do.

I stand and look at the two with my hands on my hips. If I wasn't so worried about my husband it would almost have been comical. "Your boss is at this address. Go find him!" I say to Bryan, raising my voice. "Sawyer, I know you know the computers better than Bryan, you need to stay here and keep an eye on where the dots are."

They continue to stare at each other. "MY HUSBAND IS WITH A STRANGE MAN AT A STRANGE ADDRESS AND YOU TWO ARE HIS EVER LOVING BODYGUARDS!!! GO FIND HIM!" I yell, finally. With that, the two men scurry into action. Bryan leaves the room quickly and Sawyer starts typing franticly.

"Ma'am, have you tried calling him?" asks Sawyer quietly.

Holy shit. Really? No, I hadn't. I guess I'm not as good at this as I thought. I pull out my phone and call Christian and put it on speaker so Sawyer can hear. As I'm listening to the ring tone I notice that Bryan's green dot is heading down the driveway. This is kind of fun. "Hello?" comes a young but familiar voice from my phone.

"Ted?"

"Mommy?" he asks.

"Where are you, sweety?"

"In the living room," there is a long pause. "Where are you, mommy?"

"I'm in Mr. Taylor's office. Where did you get daddy's phone?" I ask.

"From the table by the door. Where is daddy?"

"He'll be back in a little bit. Are you with Miss Evelyn?"