Chapter 16
Jacksonville, FL
Friday night
THEY SAT QUIETLY in the pony car with the motor running and the air conditioning turned on.
“Where are they now, Nate?”
Nate looked at his tablet. “Still at the rest area.”
“They must be having a hard time finding a victim.”
“Yeah.”
A few minutes later, they heard a loud and insistent mental distress call.
{Help me. Somebody help me.}
Quentin and Nate instantly launched into rapport and answered. {Who are you, and what’s the matter?}
{Two guys have cornered me in the men’s room at a rest area. One of them has a cloth in his hand, and he’s trying to put it over my face. Help! I can’t fight them off. Help!—}
At that, the mental voice went silent.
“Watch the tracking software, babe. That van should start moving in a few minutes.”
“I’m wat
