~*~
Carlisle had run through most of the known leaders around town and all were able to account for their men. The only person that had turned up short during his impromptu role call had been Slade. He knew that there was only one place that could hold Nadia properly that Slade had access to, and it was only thirty minutes away. Carlisle wasted no time. He would pay for this mistake, dearly.
He was already heading in the direction of the warehouse when he received a phone call from the boss of that crime family telling him Slade was a no-show. He watched the odometer move closer to ninety when he started to back away; he didn't want to get caught for speeding and bring attention to himself. He slowed it back down to seventy and set it on cruise.
Thirty minutes later, he found himself parked outside of the abandoned warehouse and was looking directly at a red Pontiac Grand Am. He knew Slade drove one, more proof that he had been the one to abduct Nadia. He took the box off of the passenger’s seat and began his walk toward the building. He should have called the cops, but this time, it was personal, and he needed to make sure this criminal went down.