Nick dug his bear paw of a hand into Simon’s shoulder. The pain brought him back to himself. He was going to shoot off into a million different points of light and that wasn’t going to help his wife.
Simon’s hand shook as he changed over to speakerphone. “Baby, where are you?”
“I don’t know. I…”
A sob came over the phone and Simon’s gaze fuzzed out of focus. “Are you hurt?”
“No. Not really. Just banged up. Just…I really need you here, okay?”
“Baby, I’ll be right there. We just gotta find you. Are you safe?”
“Yes. I’m in a hospital…no, clinic. Smaller and in a rough area.” Her voice went down to a whisper. “I’m in Vegas. I don’t know how.”
Vegas? What the fuck?
“Are you safe?”
“Um, yes. I think so.” Her voice was so low…and small. Not like his Margo at all.
Christ, he wanted to kill anyone who’d ever even thought of harming her.
Nick sprung up off the ground and grabbed Aidan, dragging him back over to them.
“We’re coming. I’ll be there as fast as humanly possible. Maybe I’ll even break the sound barrier, huh?”
Her laugh was weak, but it was there.
When Aidan heard Margo’s voice, his eyes widened. He waved over someone else and they started doing something technical on one of their many gadgets. Simon couldn’t keep up.
Didn’t want to. All he cared about was getting to Margo.
“Do you know the name of the place?”
“Vegas Quick Care.” Her voice got soft as if she was talking away from her phone, then she came back on the line. “Yes, that’s the name.” Then she rattled off an address and Aidan was off and running again, a phone to his ear.
“Did they hurt you?”
“No. Simon, she’s not right.”
“Shh. I know, baby. I know. But she won’t hurt us again.” He stared at the ravaged face of his mother in the back of one of the police cars. She pressed her hand flat against the car window as she stared at him. Her once beautiful face now was tracked with dark streaks from her sobs.
“What happened?” Margo’s voice broke in.
“It doesn’t matter.” He turned his back on the woman who had left him years ago. “I’m coming for you. That’s all that matters. I’m coming to bring you home.”
The shaky sob on the other end of the line nearly broke him. It also pushed him to his feet and over to Aidan. Nick was hot on his heels.
“Can you stay on the phone?”
“No. It’s the clinic phone and people are starting to ask questions. I don’t know what to do.”
Simon peered into the big black SUV where Aidan was speaking with the police officers. Based on how the one guy was trying to get into Aidan’s face, Simon was pretty sure the cop was about to bust a blood vessel. Aidan was demanding to speak with a supervisor.
Who the fuck was this guy to be able to pull rank here? He seemed to be a bit more than a security expert.
Nick dragged him over to the other large black SUV that had just arrived. “Hang in there with me, baby,” Simon said as he moved to the waiting vehicle.
The lanky guy who had wired him up for the dropoff was talking to someone on a screen. Jesus fuck, thank God. Donovan. From the sound of it, they were getting a freaking helicopter ready to go get his wife. Thank fuck. “Margo?”