Son of a bitch! He’d only been away from the tablet for five minutes, but by the time he’d reached the studio, Katy was gone and Fox lay there unconscious. Why hadn’t he bashed the bastard’s head in? He was so desperate to find Katy, he’d let the opportunity slip through his fingers.
What the hell? He hadn’t been recording because, well, there was no sense in providing evidence of a kidnapping. Had someone else nabbed her? Had she finally had enough of the Austin pretty boy?
He sat in his car and flipped through the video feeds. There had to be an answer on one of his cameras, there had to be.