Chapter 9

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Jays pov

We were all standing around the area she was taken in

"Brett, tell us exactly what happened" I told her

"We we're here and realised the man was run over and then a car pulled in the alleyway" I took a sharp intake of breath
"She realised it was them straight away. Harry walked out first and told her to pass the keys to the truck. She didn't but as soon as she saw Trey walk out of the car, she instantly gave them. She was so scared" Brett sobbed
"He told us to hand over the radios and our phones and then told me to run. I wasn't going to but she made me so I did" I understood her position, she wasn't to blame

"It's not your fault, she would've wanted you safe. Everyone scout the area, they couldn't have gotten far. Adam will be back with any tracking information but until then they couldn't have gotten to far. We're looking for a black Chevy. Go NOW!" I roared when everyone stayed in this position and they all got in their cars. Voight looked at me with a small smile before walking off

Usually he's in charge but this is kayla, I'm in charge right now

Chief and Brett stayed behind with me

"She will be alright Jay, she will" Brett assured me

"I just got her" I whispered as tears invaded my eyes

"She's not gone, she'll be fine" I nodded before clearing my throat

"I got to go" I mumbled before making my way to my call

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It had to have been hours later and I was still looking as well as everyone else and that was when I got a call from Adam

"Have you got something?

"They changed info a black sports car on route 64, heading south" I immediately changed directions

"Thanks man"

"No problem" once he hung up I called Brett

"She's on route 64 heading south"

"We're close to there"

"So am I, and the rest of the force. They're in a black sports car by the way"

"Way to be subtle, thank Jay" she hung up and I sped up ready to have her in my arms

Kaylas POV

"Fuck, fuck" Trey cursed from the front seat

"What?" He took a quick look behind us and I followed seeing a firetruck behind us

"They just don't fucking give up!" Harry slammed his hand on the dashboard
"We're not getting away with this" he muttered before taking a gun out of his pocket

"Don't hurt them please" I pleaded

"Shut up!" He rolled the window down before leaning out of it and shooting the truck until he was out of bullets, the truck swerved slightly before they composed them self and carried on
"Pull over, go in the warehouse" Trey listened speeding up and once we got there they quickly

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