Chapter 41 gone without a trace

…Tyler POV…
I don t know where Jenna is. I know, or should I rather say, I suspect that she is with Brendan. I don t know what she has done, but she got him out of prison, and she left with him. I did not suspect that he was behind this whole kidnapping with Mark, but I am starting to now.
From what we understand is that Brendan must have told Mark where to find Jenna, not knowing that we moved, then he came across Clara.
The whole incident with Luke is still so fresh in my mind, and now the very same thing happens. It seems that all the men in her life are a bunch of fucking monsters.
Now, she did phone me from a number that I am now assuming is Brendan s, but as I am calling it back, all it is doing is but ring.
The more and more it is going unanswered, the angrier I become. My head is pounding like a bitch where I not only have my wound but where I have pounded on like a piece of meat.
There is another slight problem, though, that I do not think I wish to share with Brooke and, least of all, with Jenna when we find her eventually.
It seems I have suffered…I am ripped away from my thoughts as the phone is finally answered. All I can hear is heavy breathing and Jenna that sobs on the other end. "Jenna, where are you? Are you okay?"
But it is not Jenna s voice that comes through the line, "Well, if it is not Tyler. I am sure you remember me?"
I only growl in anger as I realize it is Brendan s voice.
I hear as he start to build up into a burst of uncontrollable laughter, "I told the bitch that she is mine. Now, who is the big man now?"
"I promise you if you touch her, then I am going to fucking kill you."
He continues to laugh at me in that godawful laughter, "You need to find me first, and you are never going to do that."
"Don t be so sure of yourself. You are dead when I find you." I can feel my body shaking as the anger builds up inside of me, "Let me speak to Jenna."
"I am afraid that is not going to happen." I listen as he speaks to her on the other end, "Stop fucking crying." Then he turns his attention back to me, "I heard your little whore is pregnant."
"If you touch her…"
He immediately interrupts me, "Is it even yours?"
"Brendan, let me speak to her."
I listen as Jenna s sobs become louder and louder; then I hear her mumble underneath her sobs, "Tyler."
"Jenna, are you okay?"
"Yes."
"Promise me, are you okay?"
"I am okay," she tries to reassure me, but I know here all too well to know that she is lying.?????
Then all of a sudden, I have Brendan on the line again, "Now, don t waste your time to find us. Consider yourself as divorced.
With that, he drops the call, and as I try to phone it again, it has been switched off.
"The phone is off!"
I smash my phone down on the marble counter so fierce that the screen shatters into pieces. I knew it was coming sooner or later. Brooke comes over and stands next to me
"We will find her, Tyler."
She does not understand. My wife is missing. She is fucking missing. I do not know where the fuck she is.
There is a suffocating grip on my heart as a hundred possibilities race through my mind. Each possibility is even more terrifying than the other. I shall break down into pieces if anything terrible happens to her, but let's not jump to any conclusions yet.
But it still dawns on me, "She is with that fucking monster. I know that he beats her up."
I turn into a nervous wreck; I am pacing the kitchen floor as I am trying to think where Jenna can be. With every step that I take, it feels as if I am slowly sinking into the floor. I feel so helpless but even more. With every ticking second, I feel the agonizing pain grow inside of me.
Seated at the counter is a very frantic Marshall, thinking of every solution to find her. But none of them bring us even closer to where we would like her to be, and that is right here in my arms.
And just as it seems like it is taking forever, "This is taking too long. We need to find her."
I am trying to keep my voice composed and urgent, but nothing but trembling words flow from my lips. I am not known to be a weak person, but the fear of losing Jenna is somehow bringing me to my knees. Brooke sees this, but she carries on to keep me focussed.
Then finally, the Marshall speaks. "Please tell me her car has a tracking device in?"
"I don t even know," I admit to him. "It is fairly new; it must have one."
I reach and take Brooke s phone and try for what can easily be the hundredth time to phone her.
"The phone is still off."
With that, I spin on my heels and go to the bathroom."
As I slam the door of the bathroom closed behind me, the sound echoes through the hallway, and even the windows vibrate. Not even a second later, these damn things that I discovered I have started to roll down my face again. They are streaming ever so freely, but they do nothing to cool the rage I am feeling.
After pulling myself together, I make my way back to the kitchen where Brooke is standing, waiting to give me an update on how the search is going.
"We just found her car."
"God, let's go!"
She immediately stops me, "It is still standing in the parking area at the prison."
"But I did not see it?"
"It was parked around the corner; you would not have seen it."
My aching heart drops even further into the floor where I am standing. We cannot track her phone because it is off; we have come up empty-handed with her car, there must be another way to find a trace of her.
"Check her bank accounts," I say as I turn to the Marshall. "I am sure they would have to use it to get where they are going."
With that, I give him access to all of Jenna s accounts; it only takes him but a few seconds to pick up something, "There was a very big transaction made."
I step closer next to him and look at what he is pointing; I immediately feel the sting in my heart as I realize that this is the price that she had to pay to get me to safety.
"Can you not trace the account to where it went?"
The Marshall looks at me and only smiles, "That is as if asking me if I can walk. I already have them working on it, but I must warn you that we might not like what we stumble ourselves into."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," he starts to explain, "We are questioning the Warden, and it seems that he has been paid by some powerful men to get Brendan released."
"What are you telling me? Is Jenna in danger?"
"As long as she is with Brendan, she will be safe. It is your life that will be in danger."
I only but shake my head and wave him off, "I don t give a damn if my life is in danger; I just need Jenna and the baby safe."
While he is busy tracing where the money went, I step aside and try to phone her phone again. My heart aches as I know that I am wasting my time, but then it rings…
"The cellphone is on; start tracing it."
I watch as the Marshall tap his finger patiently on the kitchen counter, then all of a sudden, his voice erupts so loud it echoes through the house, "We have a location."