Allyn and Ransom – 33

 

::Where the hell are you?:: Ransom growled, getting no response from Allyn.

 

Twenty minutes ago, he had seen the car, with the man they were after, driving away just as he reached the exit of the terminal. Allyn wasn't visible in the car, but Ransom was certain the man had him—probably drugged. He'd have been there sooner—had tried his damnedest to be—but with it being midnight and the tail end of the ball, he wasn't the only one trying to leave the building.

 

Ransom managed to find a safe place to shift. Unfortunately, moving from there to the road without being seen had taken more time. Too much time. When he got there, the car had vanished.

 

Shifting back, fully dressed as always when he did so, he raced to the terminal and the room the security people had turned over to him and his men to use. The GPS tracker was on, the red dot heading east along I-10, past Bayou Sauvage then across the bridge leading to the northeast side of the lake.

 

"Where in damnation is he headed?"

 

"Got me," Thornton said, coming up beside Ransom to look at the screen. "One of the bayous over there?"

 

"I'm going after them." Ransom transferred the GPS tracking data to his phone.

 

"Do you want me along as backup?"

 

"Thanks, but no." Without giving Thornton a chance to protest or ask why, Ransom took off. When he got to his car, he checked where the kidnapper's car was. It had just gotten off the bridge and was still on I-10. Slapping the siren on the roof of his car, Ransom took off. He needed to be a close as possible to where Allyn ended up before dumping the car and shifting to his wolf form.

 

He continued trying to mind-speak with Allyn, to no avail. He suspected Allyn was drugged and thus, not able to reply.

 

The blip indicated where the car turned off I-10 onto Highway 59. Ransom sped up, swerving around a slow-moving truck ahead of him that he hadn't seen until the last second. He dropped the phone onto the console, but not before noting the blip moved to Highway 41. Ransom guessed he was about fifteen minutes behind his target and gaining.

 

As soon as he made the turn onto Highway 41, he checked his phone again. "Not possible!" The blip was gone. After he got done swearing, he brought up the map. The bayous were to his right, a good four miles from the road. Several side roads led to them, while the left side of the road was dotted with homes and three small towns.

 

Logically, he's not living cheek-by-jowl with anyone else. The roads to the left could lead to the bayous or to isolated homes close to them—or both. He scrubbed a hand over his face. There's nothing to it but to check each road and pray one of them leads to wherever the bastard has Allyn. Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll be the first one. Or it'll be one of the dozen other ones and checking all of them could take hours.

 

::God damn it, Allyn, answer me.:: Allyn didn't, but then Ransom hadn't expected him to.