My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1268

Elizabeth Wilson stared out the window, watching the trees rush by, her eyes heavy with worry. She kept turning it over in her mind. Why was Andrew Lane calling at this hour?

It was well past one thirty in the morning. Andrew had been chasing after Emily Blair for days now, and by this time, he should have been fast asleep. What could be so important that he’d call Tristan Davis in the middle of the night?

Was it possible Andrew had found out something?

Had he heard about Emily being taken? Was he worried too?

She glanced toward the front seats. One guy was driving, and two others were locked into their laptops, fingers flying. Tristan looked like he trusted them completely.

And for good reason. In no time, they’d pulled up surveillance video and tracked the route of the car that had taken Emily.

But now, the footage had gone dark, and they couldn’t get access to the next camera along the way.

The men were trying to break through the network, searching for the IP address behind the texts from Benjamin Gomez. Tristan had put his phone aside, grabbed the tablet one of the guys handed him, and was digging in, searching for any lead.

Elizabeth actually knew her way around this kind of work, but there weren’t any extra computers, so all she could do was sit there, helpless and anxious.

Her hands clenched tighter and tighter, her breathing grew shallow. The anxiety felt like it was pressing down on her heart.

Her body was worn out, begging for sleep, but her mind was buzzing. She was too scared to close her eyes, terrified she’d picture Emily suffering at Benjamin Gomez’s hands.

She was so afraid.

Honestly, she couldn’t even let herself imagine it.

All she could do was hope for Tristan, hope for Benjamin Gomez to send another message soon.

Rose Ward was doing her part, waiting at home for any updates.

Elizabeth kept thinking, what else could she do for Emily?

She hated feeling so powerless. She was Emily’s best friend. Right now though, she felt like nothing but a burden, useless when it mattered most.

“Where’s Emily Blair?”

Hearing that, Elizabeth was sure Andrew already knew the truth. Only a handful of people knew what was happening. How had Andrew figured it out?

There was no doubt about it. Andrew Lane was sharp. Even the smallest clue was enough for him to piece things together.

Elizabeth pressed her lips together, her eyes searching Tristan’s.

Tristan stayed silent for a second or two. Andrew didn’t wait. He pressed again, his voice sharper.

“I’m asking you. Where is Emily Blair?”

Finally, Tristan answered. “Emily Blair’s been kidnapped.”

As soon as those words left his lips, Elizabeth felt the air around her go still. Everything was silent.