Chapter Fourteen
Every step was taking me further away from the girls, further from the truth.
It took thirty painful minutes of matching maps against the coordinates on my phone and taking wrong turns to make it across town. The coffee was wearing off, and I was starting to feel burned out when I closed in on the location Yash had sent me. It was the only place the kidnappers’ vehicle had stopped for any length of time. I’d used my phone’s GPS because I wasn’t familiar with the area and glanced through the window.
After double-checking the address and double-checking my phone, I pulled the Range Rover to a stop. I eased on the parking brake, stepped out, and surveyed the last known location of the girls.
Shit.
The address wasn’t really an address at all. It was simply a location that
