Missing – Part 11 (Day 12) A Story A Day


Missing is part of an ongoing story, which I aim to turn into a novella – a prequel to Brothers in Arms (Book 3 of the Morgan and Fairchild Series). I’m taking part in the StoryADay September 2015 challenge and, where possible, I try to incorporate the daily prompts. As Missing is a continued tale, it’s not strictly a story a day. It’s more a story within a story. I’ve given myself a word limit of 600 words.

Prompt: Sept 12th – None found.

Recap: Justin Chambers, part of the team at Morgan & Fairchild, is approached by a friend who needs a favour. Justin accepts the missing person case, and agrees to look into it in his own time. Elsewhere in the story, Holly wakes in an unfamiliar room with no memory of how she got there. She soon discovers she is being held in an abandoned airfield, and her life is in danger. But Justin isn’t the only one with a mission. Andrew Butcher has been assigned to find Holly and, though he has strong ties to Morgan and Fairchild, he has his own team.

Andrew deposited the semi-conscious thug onto the pavement outside Carol Enterprises. A thug who was dressed in an expensive designer suit. It was merely camouflage for the savage beneath.

“Mr Carol wishes me to convey a message,” Andrew said, his eyes hard and flat. “He is no longer requires your services.” He flashed a smile. “You’re dismissed.”

Andrew didn’t wait for a response. He nodded to the two men standing to his left and turned back to the building. “It’s done,” he said into his microphone.

“I don’t doubt it. I chose you for a reason.” His employer’s voice was cool and deadly in his ear. Mr Carol had a reputation to keep, one he took great pride in.

Andrew said nothing. He knew exactly why he’d been chosen, and why he’d accepted the position as head of security.

As he walked through the foyer, a gleaming space made of glass and marble, he remembered his run in with JJ. After four years, time when he’d missed his friend like a severed limb, he’d hoped the reunion would go differently.  But their paths had crossed too soon, and in the end it was out of his hands.

Andrew knew JJ didn’t like his association with Carol. Not one bit. But his friend didn’t understand the mission, and it was not his secret to share. It hurt to see disappointment in JJ’s eyes, though his career choices were only partly to blame. He just couldn’t risk his cover, not right now. Not even for his best friend. Besides, if he was to share it with anyone, first he would confide in Kelvin. He owed his cousin that, and a hell of a lot more.

As he stepped inside the lift which would take him to the top floor of the tower, his mobile vibrated in his jacket. Removing his earpiece, he put the phone to his ear. “Yes.”

“Sir, we lost them.”

Andrew fought to control his impatience. It was the first lead they’d had in weeks. “Where?”

“Just outside Essex, sir.”

The team appointed to the Pintus family had picked up a transportation order and followed the two-man crew out of the city. “Then I suggest you search every possible location in and around Essex until you find them.” They were close. He could feel it.

“Yes, sir.”

When the line went dead, JJ dialled a familiar number. Abe Donovan, head of AD Securities, answered on the third ring. “Drew, what have you got?”

“There’s a strong possibility they’re holding them in Essex. As soon as I’m finished here I’m heading out.”

There was a small silence. “Don’t do anything to risk your cover. You’re supposed to be loyal to Carol, and he would not involve himself in a rescue mission. Don’t get caught.”

“Understood.” He clicked off, feeling a familiar wave of guilt. Abe worked closely with Kelvin and his team, and Andrew’s own alliance with the man could be viewed as a betrayal – another secret he was keeping from his family.

But then he thought about Holly, about all the other innocents he had sworn to protect, and he knew he was doing the right thing.

What he needed was a reason for his planned excursion, one his boss would sanction. His mind began to flick through possible scenarios. There was no way he could sit back and put his team in danger. They would find Holly and the others, and they would find them together.

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