Chapter 237 Calling Rick
Trent's POV
It's been a fucking hour and a half and Dad still hasn't cracked. I wonder if they teach you how to withstand interrogation tactics in training?
They've been trying to interrogate him and get any information that might help me find her before it's too late. Asking him where Charlie was taken. Who he was working with. Anything, but he kept his mouth shut and asked for a lawyer.
And the second the lawyer got there? He was advised to keep his trap shut.
I was so fucking pissed off, I showed the cops the information I had on my own dad. They asked where I got it from and I told them honestly, I broke into my own father's office.
They didn't say anything, just took my information into the interrogation room and asked my father about it. But he just snarled and clamped his jaw tight. No one is getting a damn thing out of him!
Great! Just fucking great! While he's in there cooling his heels his accomplice is out there, God knows where, doing unspeakable things to my girl!
Dad is never going to come clean. Not like this. However, I know sure as hell this will not save him from doing time. He's not only obstructing justice, but he's also complicit and getting paid off for the cover up.
But I can't stand not getting information. I need to do something! I need to get Charlie back! And that's not happening while they're in there talking to a brick wall. I need information, and I know exactly where to get it.
I do what I should've done the second I knew Charlie was gone. I call Rick Kingston. He will know what to do. From what Charlie said, he'd gone through something similar with Josie. He must have someone he can contact.
He picks up on the second ring.
"Hey, Trent. What can I do for you?" he asks, pleasantly.
"He took Charlie," I cut through all the niceties. "She's been kidnapped and I can't fucking find her! I need help!"
"What?" I can hear the slight panic in his voice, but then he collects himself. "Tell me what's going on!"
"I think... I think it was Jay. She's been gone for over an hour. I'm at the station and my dad is being interrogated, but he's locked up tight. I have no idea what to do!" I ramble, running my fingers through my already disheveled hair again.
I get up and pace back and forth in the waiting area. I can't sit still. My muscles are bunched in frustration. I need to fucking move!
"Shit! Okay, stay on the line with me, Trent. I'm getting some help!" he assures me.
I'm not sure why, but it works. His quiet authority, like he has all the answers. That doesn't mean I'm calm. It just means I know something is about to get done, and that will get me closer to finding Charlie.
"Trent?" Rick calls my attention back.
"Yeah?" My voice cracks worse than when I hit puberty.
"I have my security team with me and a buddy of mine, Jeff Andrews. I need you to start from the beginning," Rick says calmly. "Jeff, I need you to see if you can find Jay Taylor's car. That would be a starting point! Grant, Sean, Brent, I need you to see if you can find anything on Jay's whereabouts in the last 24 hours."
I can hear various voices agreeing in the background, and the pounding of keys.
I try to go through the events of the day. "I think... it started this morning, or maybe even last night. Someone was spamming pictures of Charlie from your party. Ones with her and Axel, calling her a slut."
I can hear Rick cursing under his breath, but he doesn't interrupt me. So, I keep going.
"I called my friend, Dirk, to have them all shut down, and it worked. He got it done. But this morning... Someone got a hold of..." I stall.
My mind replaying every interaction with Rick and I come to a shocking conclusion. He doesn't know yet. I don't think we ever got around to telling him the full extent of what Jay did. Otherwise, Rick would've had the bastard in jail the moment we told him.
"Trent?" I can hear the concern in his voice.
I'm conflicted. He needs to know the truth. But... It's not my place to tell him. Then again, if I don't tell him and she gets hurt because I held my tongue, I don't know if I could ever forgive myself.