Chapter 117 Pacing
Richard's POV
I swear the fucking clock is working backwards. Did the damn thing run out of batteries? Why the hell is it fucking stuck in one spot? Wasn't it 8:47 30 minutes ago?
I called the cops and reported her kidnapped. I didn't just want Grant and my team working on this. I needed more help! Anything to get my girl back to me faster... I might not trust them as much as I trust my guys, but they are being paid to do something.
"Are you sure she was kidnapped?" The operator asked skeptically. Why the hell are they asking that? I have the fucking proof I've been going over for 3 fucking hours now!
"I have it on fucking video!" I snarled. "Send someone here now! I can show them what happened! But I need fucking help. My fiance was taken and I need to get her back!"
I probably didn't need to be an ass to someone who was just doing her job, but seriously? I'm already pissed off at James, Gina and most of all my father. I'm worried to death about what the hell James is doing to my girl right now. I'm having a meltdown in front of my future sisters-in-law. And I feel like a fucking bastard because I was tricked into having sex in front of the woman I love!
I need a little leeway here. It's not my fault I'm not all my synapses are firing right. I know I'm taking it out on the wrong people, and at some point I will apologize.
"Please, just send someone over to gather what we've got. I know someone took her and I even know who took her. I just don't fucking know where he took her!" I tried to keep my growl out of my voice. I failed.
So they did. They sent over a couple of professional officers and they seemed very bright, even when I was freaking out. I hate waiting!
And apparently they are 'working on it'. Whatever the fuck that means.
Grant told them we have confirmation on the fact James Harrison took her, and was paid by my father. We also mentioned that he paid Gina to drug and sleep with me to scare away Josie, and that she is already on her way to the station. The officers said they would file a report on my father as well, for conspiracy.
I don't know why, but I've got this feeling that it goes deeper than my dad not wanting me to be with Josie. I haven't mentioned the contracts yet. I want to know exactly what it was he was involved with before I turned them all over to the cops.
I look over at the sisters. Liv finally fell asleep, leaning on her sister's shoulder about half hour ago... if the clocks are actually working right. Charlie looks like her eyes have finally run out of tears to cry. She's humming quietly. I think it's a lullaby, but I don't recognize it.
I want to go over there and ask how she's feeling, but I feel so damn guilty. I know she doesn't blame me, which she fucking should. I know she knows I was set up. She even knows it's my dad who set the whole trap. And she doesn't blame me for that either.
I'm not getting any answers pacing the damn house, so I decide to go chat with Charlie. Maybe she has better coping mechanisms than I do.
"Hey," I whisper to the blond. "How are you holding up Charlie?" I ask, taking a seat beside them. I don't really want to disturb the girls, but I need something to ground me, and right now they are the closest thing to Josie I've got to calm my nerves.
"I don't know how to answer that. I'm really worried about her, Rick," she whispers. Her voice is softer than her sisters, like she's scared to speak too loudly. "I've been praying we find her soon," she admits, sniffing delicately.