The Girl Who Cried Wolf by Paige Tyler

calling?”
    “The station.”
    Dylan snatched the phone out of Reese’s hand and held it to his ear. “She’s my sister. I’ll call it in. You’ve done enough damage already.”
    Reese’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
    “None of this would have happened if you’d done the right thing and kept your damn hands off her.”
    If he wasn’t so terrified for Kat right now, he’d clock her asshole brother. “The fact that Kat and I are dating has nothing to do with this. This is about you and some psycho you sent to prison. If this is anyone’s fault, Dylan, it’s yours.”
    Dylan glared at him for a moment, and then muttered something under his breath as the call to the station connected. “Yeah, this is Sinclair…”
    Reese’s gaze went to Kat’s suitcase as he listened to his partner report the kidnapping. As much as he hated to admit it, Dylan was right. If he hadn’t been arguing with him, Sherman never would have had the chance to grab Kat and she’d be safe right now instead of in that bastard’s hands. If he’d simply believed her when she said someone had been following her, Sherman would be back in prison right now.
    Shit .
    He hadn’t even seen Kat walk past him. How long ago had it been—ten, maybe fifteen minutes? When he found her, he was going to tan her ass so hard she wouldn’t be able to sit down. What the hell had she been thinking, going outside unprotected?
    Dylan tossed him the phone, then strode to his car without a word.
    “Where are you going?” Reese asked.
    “To find my sister.”
    Reese caught up with him. “Okay. You know this Sherman guy. Where do we look first?”
    Dylan spun around to face him. “I don’t want you anywhere near Kat. She’s my sister. I’ll find her.”
    Reese swore under his breath. What the hell was wrong with Dylan that he couldn’t put aside his animosity long enough for them to find Kat together? Reese considered going after his partner to try to talk some sense into him, but decided against it. He’d only be wasting valuable time when he should be looking for Kat himself.
    The only problem was that he had no idea where Sherman might take her. Since he hadn’t arrested the guy, he didn’t know the first thing about him. Reese had to get in that bastard’s head, and quick, before he had time to hurt Kat.
    * * * * *
    Kat didn’t know how long she’d been in the trunk. She’d screamed and pounded on the lid until her voice was hoarse and her hands hurt, but it had been a waste of time. No one had been able to hear her over the roar of the engine or the music blaring on the radio. She could barely hear herself.
    Where was Sherman taking her? More importantly, what was he going to do to her when they got there? Reese had said Sherman wanted to get back at her brother, so did that mean he planned on using her to lure Dylan into a trap? If so, what was he going to do to her in the meantime? Dozens of horrific things came to mind, and it was all Kat could do not to completely lose it. Reese and Dylan would find her before then.
    She took a deep breath and focused on where Sherman might be taking her. They’d been driving too long to still be in the city. They hadn’t stopped at an intersection or street corner in a while, so that must mean they were on the highway. But was Sherman heading north or south? It could have been her imagination, but it seemed as if the car had been going uphill for at least the past twenty or thirty minutes. Did that mean they were in the mountains north of San Francisco? Maybe. But what good did knowing that do? She was trapped in a freaking trunk. True, but Sherman couldn’t keep her in there forever. If she could get away from him, it would be important to know where she was.
    Just then, the car turned off the main road. She could tell because it felt uneven, as if it was covered in gravel, and because she bounced around inside the trunk. Was it a back road, or a driveway? Had they