My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1297

"I get it. I'm heading out now," Beatty said as she stood up. She hesitated for a second, then added, "Mr. Lane, can you tell me what's going on?"

Andrew was silent for a beat before he answered. "Emily Blair's been kidnapped. I've made a deal with the kidnapper. Soon, I'll be taken as a hostage. The tracker will help you find my location so you can rescue me. The people I hired are retired mercenaries. Listen to them. You need to understand how serious this is."

Beatty froze. "Did you call the police?"

"No police," Andrew replied, his voice steady.

Beatty looked like she wanted to argue, but Andrew cut her off. "Let me ask you something. Do you know what you need to do now?"

Beatty pressed her lips together and clenched her fist. "I know. You can trust me."

Andrew didn’t say anything else, just hung up.

Beatty sat on her bed for a moment, staring at nothing. After a few seconds, she bit her lip, clearly reluctant, and got dressed. Then she left the house.

Andrew’s team left quickly, and soon he was standing alone.

He pulled out the tracker that Scarman had given him.

It was tiny, barely half the size of a pinky nail. Still, it was advanced. The tracker was coated with a special material that made it waterproof and undetectable by metal detectors. It was almost impossible for anyone to find it.

Andrew didn’t hesitate. He slipped the tracker under his tongue.

Following Benjamin Gomez’s instructions, he walked a thousand meters east.

When he got there, he messaged Benjamin. Benjamin told him to go five hundred meters north.

Andrew followed the directions exactly.

Ten minutes after he reached the new spot, a car approached from the distance.

Andrew stood still as the black car pulled up in front of him. Benjamin Gomez stepped out, flanked by two big men. Both of them held sharp knives, their eyes cold and sharp.

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