21. Wait

Cas’ pov

“I’m on my way,” I said, grabbing my car keys. “Tell me what happened.”

I walked past the window, where Kennedy was glaring at me. She couldn’t start yelling because the interviewer and camera guy were still there. Not that I gave a fuck about any of that now.

“They took River and Rose." Ripley whimpered through the phone.

“I’m taken the helicopter.” I said to Ripley, knowing it would get me to her in half the time.

It was a two-hour drive from the city, but if I pushed the pilot, I’d be there in under an hour.

“You have a helicopter?” Ripley asked, sniffling.

“Focus, Ley. Who took them, when, and where?”

“The daycare at the hotel and Oliver’s parents, about two hours ago.” Ripley answered. “I’m at home, trying to find pictures for the police, but I am not sure what else to bring.”

“You’ll get a call in about five minutes; do whatever he says and text me your location in an hour. I’ll handle the rest.” I said. “We’ll get them back, Ripley. I promise.”

“Thank you, Cas