Chapter 46

"She's been kidnapped... It's not confirmed yet but I'm sure it was a kidnap. The guy had literally sprayed something on his hands before touching her and he had been stalking her all night at the club. We have a video to prove this" i run my hands through my hair before facing Jordan.
Jordan is a long time friend and associate, we've been business partners for quite a while and he finds people too. It's mostly when investors steal from me and run off. He finds them with the tiniest bit of details.
Jordan strokes his chin and marks the map spread on the table with a pencil. He looks up at me and I see the focus in his grey eyes. He's been marking the map for the past two hours. With every little hint I give him, he marks the map. That's why he's the best at what he does. Hell, it's like a full time job for him. Fifty thousand dollars for every successful find. Five thousand for every unsuccessful find but trust me, there's been no unsuccessful finds.
He stands and I do the same too, we're about the same height. His curly brown hair is scattered from continuously running his hands through them. "is that enough information" I ask gazing at my wristwatch.
He smirks "enough? This is freaking more than enough. This has to be the most information you've ever given me. I mean, one time you asked me to find a man with just the colour of shirt he wore. Do you know how many people wore white that day?"
I grin at the memory, he always reminds me of that day. I remember how his face literally fell when he discovered I didn't even have a name, he was flabbergasted. But then, he's the best at what he does and he found the man.
"Come sit, I need to show you something. First, I need you to take pictures of the map. Make sure you get the places where I've marked" I walk over to him and take the pictures before sitting with him.
"Now, you know the drill. Since the hints prooved it was a kidnap I've gotten started on potential hideouts. The places I've marked in red are the potential places a kidnapped person can be held. Those I've marked in blue are the places that men could be held, those in black, women.
Now, since she was taken in a cab, there was definitely a stop. The man in the cab was a real cabman"
I raise my brows "how sure are you?" Jordan grins before nodding.
"perfectly sure, the plate number and dressing says so. Also, he had dropped someone off at the club so he really is a cabman. He was just hired to get Francesca out of there so he's definitely going to stop and they'll transfer her from his car to another car. They never travel without changing cars, that way it makes it easy to not leave traces behind. You get stuck and move around in circles"
I nod "do we need to contact the person he dropped off?"
"no, that's not necessary, the person will be useless to us cause he was just another pawn in the plan. From the clip you showed me, he had dropped that man off at the club so I looked at some other footages from the road to the club. He had come down to buy something and his car tyre had been punctured. That guy offered to help him get to the club and even call a mechanic, he was just used to get into the club. The man had no idea who the cabman was so it's useless speaking to him "I nod in understanding, Jordan is very calculating and experienced in this job.
"So, let's not go after the car but after the location it had stopped. Whoever hired the can driver is financially capable of covering his or her steps moreso that it might be hard to find him legally. But it's very easy to find him illegally. I hacked a footage one mile from the club and saw that the car was exchanged like I had suspected. So after looking at where the other car was headed to, I have three possible locations. One is an old warehouse the other is an old construction site and the last is an old oil company" I wrote down everything he said accordingly.
"you might want to check them accordingly and do that fast. These people change locations fast and by the look of things, they might take her out of New York before the kidnap becomes public knowledge" Jordan says before dropping his pencil and gulping down his whisky. His job is done and dusted.
"Check the back of the map and you'll see the location for each of the places I've called. Go with five armed policemen and please make sure they take an undercover car. You don't want to alert them"
"thanks man, always nice doing business with you. I'll get going, you must be busy" I say knowing fully well he's not.
"I have only ten clients and you're the main one, trust me when I say I'm as free as a bird"
I roll my eyes "those ten clients get you five hundred thousand dollars every six months. You don't need to be busy, you get paid"
He grins "I do what I can. But these days, i only get one or two clients in a month"
I scoff  "that's like fifty or hundred thousand dollars. I'll see you later, I need to get going. I have to find her soon. Her friend literally calls me and cries ten minutes straight. I put it in silent and just chip in words once in a while"
"yeah, that's right get going. Don't worry, she's just worried. You should be glad she's a private person and barely has friends if not your fun will be bombarded with crying ladies that sound like chipmunks in labour"
I chuckle before making my way outside and getting into my car. I take a deep breath before putting the jotter and pen down and driving off. I need to go get the rest and also get the police officers.
Francesca's POV
Two house later...
"Aah" I wince at the throbbing pain all over my body. I was passed out but the pain and cold water on the disgusting floor had the power to wake me up.
I almost scream at the sight of my blood mixed with the disgusting floor. The floor is slimy and disgusting. My body aches all over and I'm dead hungry. The thought of food makes my stomach growl and I almost throw up at the new stench the room has. I'm still in the off-shoulder gown I wore to club and my heels are still on. My dress is mixed with the droplets of blood. My head still hurts from being hit on the pillar I'm tied to and my stomach is killing me. She had hit my stomach with a plank. Literally, it was a plank. My nose, lips and face hurt from all the blows and heels being pressed on them. I could die in pain right now.
What's taking Damien so long? Is he even trying to save me? Does he even care?  I'm sure he hasn't even noticed I'm gone. He must be at the gym or even at work doing extra hours. I'm sure Liza is worried sick and is looking for me. She must have told Damien I'm missing.
Oh, no wonder Sam had not been at the hospital, he's been planning to kidnap me! I totally forgot about Sam and Sarah, how do they even know each other? Is this some kind of enemies with a common goal thing? Have they been friends for long?
My head is aching from all these thoughts so I just stare at the equally disgusting ceiling. At least it's better than staring at the wet floor. How could they be so heartless? Wet floor? I've been sitting on water for several hours. My hand has been tied with a hard and sharp thing and I've been beaten like a stuffed animal. The door opens and Adam appears with a plate of toasted bread and mustard. He brings the bread to my mouth and I shake my head. "I'm not hungry"
He glares at me "I don't care if you are or not. I was ordered to feed you and that's what I'm doing"
"but I don't want to eat, just go and leave me alone. Throw it away or something"
"do not give me orders, I do not work for you" he snarls.
I scoff "so do i" I eye the plate and almost puke when I notice that the plate has been used before. "I'm not hungry so you can have the food" for all I know I might be poisoned to death or something. Even if I'm starving, I'll rather die than eat from my kidnappers hands and that too on an unwashed plate. I'm a doctor and I know how bad that can be for my health. That is if I get out of here alive cause I'm definitely not traveling half the word with a mentally derailed person like Sam.
Adam eyes me wearily for a second "okay, don't eat. I'll eat it myself" he makes a show of sitting on a nearby stool and munching on the toast like his life depends on it. Is he trying to get me to change my mind or something?
"There's nothing attractive or special about eating from a dirty plate with dirty hands" I tell him before wincing at the pain on my lips.
He rolls his eyes "at least I'm not going to be traveling to an unknown country on an empty stomach in the next thirty minutes" my eyes widen at his words.
Thirty minutes? Sam is going to drag me with him in thirty minutes? What do I do? I'm definitely not going to follow him. How's that possible? I feel my heart beat rapidly against my chest. This can't be happening, how can he travel with an injured woman and also with me looking like this? Will no one notice?
Is he travelling in a private jet? That might be possible. He could have rented it. I can't go anywhere with Sam. I hate him and I hate his guts as well. I'll have to find a way to get out of his stupid hold. What will he do with me? I can't let this happen. I need more time.
"Why are you suddenly sweating and panting? He's already here. He's just getting the jet ready and then you both will take off. He did say he'll speak to you alone though. Oh, now you're not as confident and talkertif as before right? You know, I kind of pity you. But what can I say? I need the money and so I'll gladly escort you to the jet"
I was right, he's using a jet. Oh my God I'm doomed. I need to think of something. I can't just wait here for Sam to take me away. But what can I do? I'm tied up. It's a miracle that I didn't even feel like using the toilet for all these hours.
"I... I need to use the toilet" I say to Adam. This is my only opportunity to escape. He throws his head back and laughs, mouthful of toast.
"No you don't, you've been injected with something that delays you feeling pressed for some hours so don't try that trick with me" he gets up and leaves with his plate in his hands.
I've been drugged? No injected but still the same. What do I do? I need to get out of here as soon as possible.
My thoughts are obstructed when the door opens and Sam appears with a grin on his face.
I'm doomed!!!...