Hunt Them Down(39)

The other thing that troubled him was Hunt’s email. A quick check into the DEA’s network had indicated there was now an arrest warrant for Hunt. Apparently one of his rounds had hit a bystander during the ambush on Vicente Garcia’s motorcade. If this was true, why the hell did Hunt refuse to turn himself in? Why had he run? Something was amiss. Running went against everything Hunt stood for.

He needed to speak to Hunt. And soon.

But, for now, he’d give his friend the benefit of the doubt and check those fingerprints.





CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Miami, Florida

Physically speaking, Anna knew everything about the man sitting next to her. The man she’d known as Terrance Davis wasn’t classically pretty, but he was ruggedly sexy. His hard-to-look-away-from, piercing blue eyes were warm and understanding, but they could also become as hard as diamonds in the span of a second. He had dark brown hair that he liked to keep short. But what she remembered the most—and missed even more—were the tight bands of well-defined muscles layered across his flat stomach. Hunt had the body of an Olympic swimmer.

She used to know what Terrance Davis liked in bed, what worried him, and what made him happy. She knew what made him tick and what made him laugh. But what about Pierce Hunt? What did he like? What made him sad?

Pierce Hunt’s eyes were different too. In his eyes burned an intensity she had never seen before. These were the eyes of an apex predator ready to do anything to get what he wanted. And since they all wanted the same thing, Hunt was exactly the type of man they needed to save the girls.

Three knocks on the door steered her attention away from her ex-lover.



This time Tasis was kind enough to announce his presence by knocking on the door before he entered. His MP5 was slung to his side and not pointed at Hunt’s head, which, in Hunt’s opinion, was a nice improvement. He was also carrying a sealed white envelope that he gave to Tony.

“From our friend at the MDPD,” Tasis said before moving out of the room.

Tony glanced down at the envelope and took a deep breath.

“The video of our daughters’ kidnapping,” Tony explained.

The man was clearly shaken. His hands were unsteady as he tried to rip open the seal with his thumb. His fingers fumbled, and he dropped the envelope on the hardwood floor.

“Fuck!”

Before either Tony or Anna had time to pick up the envelope from the floor, Hunt had his ceramic knife in his hand. He flipped the blade so that the handle was presented first.

“Take this,” he offered.

Tony’s face hardened, his eyes traveling from the knife to Hunt’s eyes. His lips parted, and it looked as if he wanted to say something, but after a long moment, he accepted the knife and used it to slice open the envelope. Tony pulled out a piece of paper and a thumb drive. He read the letter quickly and handed it to Anna, who read it, then gave it to Hunt.

Hunt glanced down at the note.

I’m very sorry, Mr. Garcia. Please know the whole department is actively searching for Sophia and her friend. Here’s the video we talked about.

It didn’t come as a surprise that Tony had men inside the department. What alarmed Hunt was the fact that he had access to someone high enough in the hierarchy to release a video that Detective Milburne had said was missing. But that was an issue he’d deal with later, if at all. For now, it served his purpose as much as Tony’s.

In an unexpected gesture, Tony handed him back his knife and said, “I’ll have to speak to Mauricio about this.”

Hunt sheathed his knife and asked, “You gonna play the video?”

“I’ll get my laptop,” he said, leaving Hunt alone with Anna.

Hunt didn’t mind the silence, but Anna was fidgeting in her chair. She looked at him, and he couldn’t help but wonder if her thoughts mirrored his. He confirmed they did when she finally asked, “What chance do you think we have of finding them?”

He didn’t want to lie to her, but he didn’t want her to lose faith either. “The next forty hours or so are crucial. The police are doing everything—”

She cut him off sharply. “I couldn’t care less about what the police are doing. What are you gonna do about it?”

He replied with total honesty. “I’ll find the bastards who did this. I’ll hunt them down. Then I’ll give them one chance to tell me where the girls are before I start manipulating their bodies in ways they weren’t meant to be manipulated.”

His answer seemed to satisfy her because she gave him a slow nod, and the worry in her face lessened slightly.

Tony returned with his laptop. He set it up on the coffee table and angled it so that Anna and Hunt could see the screen. He pulled the thumb drive from his pocket and nervously twirled it before inserting it.

Hunt’s body tensed in anticipation. It wasn’t every day that you watched your daughter being kidnapped. When the video started, his heart was trip-hammering, and a nervous sweat pricked his forehead. At some point during the video, he heard Anna yelp with fright, and her hand gripped his arm. Hunt did his best to keep his cool and not let his temper get the best of him. It was as much for his own sake as Anna’s. When the video ended, Anna looked as if she wanted to bolt out of the room. Tony simply sank deeper into the sofa and placed his head into his cupped hands.

Hunt was the first to compose himself. “I’ll need to look at the video again.”