Shadows In Durango

Chapter 109

*****Vincent's POV*****

I quickly open the first video, my heart pounding as the footage loads. The quality isn't great, but it's enough to make out a street corner not far from here.

The timestamp shows up as around the same time that she must have left here after dinner...

I scan the frame as it begins to play, squinting as shadows shift under the dim streetlights, and then eventually, I see her...

She's walking fast, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, head down. She looks like she's in a hurry-evidently upset after everything that had played out beforehand.

The way she is walking sends another wave of guilt flooding through me knowing that I had caused that. I had caused the distrust and disappointment between us by not just telling her everything before it was too late... "What the hell happened to her?" I mutter under my breath as she disappears out of the cameras view, the video cutting to an abrupt end.

Moving to click on to the second video, it loads up as a clip from outside of the 'Durango Diner' cafe in town, as I perk up and press play. Is this where she went? At least it's somewhere safe...

I watch the footage, as rightly so, Sofia walks down the street, up to the door, pushes it open and goes inside before I can't see anything else of her.

The footage starts to time-lapse quickly after that, showing the time she had spent inside, slowing again to show her leaving the cafe at five to ten, walking off to the left afterwards...

I grab a notepad, as my father remains silent from beside me as I scribble down the name of the cafe along with the time frame that she was in there.

I then quickly grab my phone, pressing to call the one person I didn't want to speak to today... Daryl.

It rings once or twice before he picks up, his voice clearly filled with surprise that I had chose to actually call him of all people.

"Vin?" He asks, as my jaw tenses at hearing him speak for the first time since last night.

"I need you to go to the Durango Diner and see if they have camera footage from inside. Sofia went there last night for over an hour, ask who was on shift and maybe they might know something. Maybe she said something about leaving town? Just find out what you can." I quickly state my instructions, wanting the conversation to be over as soon as humanly possible.

I knew that he was already out in his car looking for her, and that he could get this job done much sooner for me...

agrees: "Sure." He states, before I remove the phone from my ear and hang up

him any more than that at the moment... I didn't want to hear him

second that I hang up, as I groan at him

in his car so it will be done faster." I state my reasoning as though it were obvious, before he pulls

just another pain in

the last video, breathing heavily and hoping to find another clue as to

second clip is from a different

her way to Emma's place?

she walked due to the poor quality of the dark

a Jaguar from the

clear! I couldn't even see who was driving,

screen, but I see the window roll down before Sofia hesitates for a moment, and my stomach drops as I watch her exchange a few words with the driver. She backs up slowly,

as I wish I could make

she does

the complete version of this book

before I watch the guy pick her up off the pavement, open the back door of the car,

side, shuts the

yell, feeling flustered from what I

have

if she collapsed like that, I'll have people go over there to check..." My father offers, his tone void of much emotion. This was worse than I thought... some stranger putting her in

even fucking know what happened

view of the same

haven't found the car

screen in disbelief, my mind racing with a thousand worst-case scenarios. My hands feel clammy as

up and driving off - it's like something out of a nightmare. Who was this guy? And why would she just faint like that? Was she overwhelmed? Exhausted? Drugged maybe?! "Vincent," my father

down on me. "This doesn't make any sense. Why would she even stop to talk to this

to be picked up by whoever this guy was? Sofia wasn't the type to just