Taken || LS

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

"Sam, it's me. I need a favor. I'm gonna download something. I need it analyzed. Right now." I put the phone on speaker and step in the car. I'm driving to Louis' parents.

Johanna, his mother, opend the door "they've been taken."

"What? What are you talking about?" She asks worried. I walk to his stepfather Ethan "any enemies overseas?" I ask him.

"Why would I have any enemies?" I never liked him. Neither does Louis.

"Cause you do business overseas trough multiple shell corporations. You were involved in an oil deal with a bunch of Russians that went south 5 years ago." I did some research on him. He's really rich. Bastard.

"How do you know that?"

"Because i'm a CIA agent, that's what I do." I run upstairs and they follow me.

"I don't think you have the right-" I roll my eyes

"Sir, I don't have time for this. I'm gonna ask you again. Do you have anyone looking to hurt you?"

"Not that I know off." I walk to Louis' old room.

"What happend?" Johanne asked worried with tears in her eyes.

I sigh "I got a call from him. There were people in the apartment. They took Lottie and then Louis." And there's the lump in my throat again. I hate crying in front of people. It makes me look weak, i'm not.

"Oh god." She cries.

"It's gonna be okay, i'll find them, no matter what." I say sofly. She noddes and i hug her.

"Is there something I should be doing?" Ethan asks.

I open the door to Louis' old room "You have a lease agreement with NetJet through your company, don't you?"

"I do" he says while nodding

"Get me a plane to Paris." I say while searching through his room.

"For when?" I look at him as if he's stupid. "An hour ago" i say sarcastic.

"Okay, okay i'm gonna make the call."

My phone starts ringing, it's Sam "what have you got?" I put him on speaker.

"They're speeking Albanian. Based on their accents and dialects, they must be from a town called Tropotja. The one you spoke to, his name is Marko. We have information that a mobster boss by the name of Marko Hoxha moved to Paris about six months ago. The tattoo, by the way, is a group ID."

"Am i on speaker or are you by yourself?"

"Johanne is here."

"Hey, Johann."

"Hello, sam" she says softly with tears in her eyes.

"She needs to hear it Sam." I say

He sighs "The specialty of the groups coming out of this area is trafficking in women. Their previous m.o. was to offer women from emerging East European countries. Once smuggled in, they'd addict them to drugs and turn them into prositutes. They use young man as strippers, addict them to drugs and sell them. Lately, however, they've decided that it's more economical just to kidnap traveling young man and women. Saves on transportation costs."

I slowly sit down next to Johanne on Louis' bed.

"Oh, my babies" she cries. A tear streams down my face.

"What else?"

"Based on the way these groups operate, our analyst says you have a 96-hour window from the time they were grabbed."

"To what?"

"To never finding them."