Tabby's Rescuers (Elite Dragoons #4)(7)By: Becca Van
“We have to get to Miles City as fast as possible,” Law commanded. “Fletch, get onto Whit and tell him to put the word out to the highway patrol that we’re coming through and aren’t to be pulled over for speeding.”
Fletch immediately pulled his cell phone from his pocket and connected with their team leader. When he finished the call, he gave Law an expectant look, but Law’s heart was in his throat and he had to swallow before he could continue.
“What the fuck, man?” Fletch asked impatiently.
Law took a deep breath and tried to push the fear he felt down deep. “You’re not going to believe this.”
“Just spit it the fuck out, Law,” Cal commanded but didn’t take his eyes from the road since they were going so fast.
“It’s Tabitha Carey.”
“What?” Cal yelled, and the truck swerved as he turned to look at Law. He turned back to the front and didn’t speak until he had the vehicle back under control. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No.” Law ran his fingers through his hair. “The woman we are going to rescue is our Tabby cat.”
“Shit! When was she reported missing and by whom?” Fletch asked.
“She went missing two days ago and a work colleague called the sheriff because someone saw her being taken.”
“Do you think Tabby knows that?”
“I doubt it. The report says that two men came at her from behind.”
“Where was she working?” Cal asked.
“At the local hospital,” Law replied.
“That sounds like our little girl,” Fletch said. “We have to find her and get her back. I’m not letting her out of my sight again.”
“How long is it going to take us to get to Miles City?” Law asked Cal.
“Hopefully about four and a half hours, but it depends on traffic, and we will have to stop for gas. I just hope we can cut more time off the six-and-a-half-hour trip. At least we won’t have to worry about being pulled over by the highway patrol. Good call on that, Law.”
“Do you think this is a coincidence?” Law asked.
“I don’t know,” Cal answered.
“I fucking hope so, because if it’s not, that means there is someone close to our CO, Tony Sullivan, leaking information,” Fletch said.
“Call Whit again.” Cal snapped out the command. “If this isn’t a coincidence, then the team could be in trouble.”
Fletch called their team leader and told him everything about the mission to rescue Tabitha in Frenda, and that she was the one they were on the way to rescue. After Fletch disconnected the call, they were all silent. Law had a feeling they were all thinking about their Tabby cat.
Tabitha couldn’t believe she was in this situation again. It had taken a week for her to get up the courage to leave her apartment and go back to the hospital. She was just beginning to regain her confidence about being back at work as a nurse, and now she was scared for her life, again.
She’d been working the night shift and had finished her four-night stint and was headed out to the parking lot toward her car. That had been two days ago. Now she was once again tied up, but this time by some Asian people, and she had no idea why.
She’d never forget how scared she felt the last time in Frenda when she’d seen those guns, but this time she had tried to escape. Whoever had taken her had come up to her from behind. They had wrapped their arms around her body, pinning her limbs to her side, and covered her mouth at the same time. She’d bucked and screamed and fought as if her life depended on it, and it very may well, but her efforts had been futile. There had to have been two of them because she had been pricked in the neck by a needle and then succumbed to the drugs injected into her system. When she’d woken up, she hadn’t been able to see a damn thing and it had taken her a few moments to realize that something was over her head. It felt like a hood of some sort.
Her arms and legs were tied and she couldn’t move. She’d tugged and wriggled, but no matter how hard she tried, the restraints holding her wouldn’t budge. She’d heard men talking, but they were speaking what sounded like an Asian language and she couldn’t understand a word they were saying.