Chapter Five
“When we couldn’t find you, we persuaded,” Storm smiles grimly when he says that, “the hotel clerk to show us the CCTV footage. Luckily your kidnappers were either stupid or careless. Their number plate was in full view when they left the parking garage.”
“How did the number plate help you?” I ask, confused.
“We’ve got… connections,” Storm adds. “All major roads have cameras that continuously track the number plates of all cars driving along it. It was easy to see their route, until they started to use smaller roads – but then a call came through about an accident involving this very car.”
“Don’t ever scare us like that again,” Arc grumbles.
I take the bait. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll leash you and keep you within reach at all times.” His voice turns dark as he says that, and I
