Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jordan

"I don't understand why she didn't say anything to you before now," Miles says over my shoulder.

"I'm sure she didn't want me to worry," I respond, tapping my fingers. I'm waiting on the software I ran on Jay's computer to load and sorting through the mirror program I have that shows me all of her emails.

"You were able to get all this information just now?"

I look at Miles and then shake my head. "No. I copied her computer a long time ago." I shrug because I'm not the least bit sorry.

"Damn. I wish I had known this sooner. Remind me to talk to you about doing this for me later."

I smile, knowing a fool in love when I see one. Mostly because I see one every morning in the mirror. Tossing that thought to the side, I click on the Bluebird folder on my desktop and search the name Lannister.

"I've got all the correspondence saved on this file you were telling me about. I should be able to cross-check the data and see if anything matches. It's all too similar for it to be a coincidence," I say as I wait for the program to run.

"What's going on? Why are we on lockdown?" I look up as I see Mallory talking to Miles. Ryan, Paige and Skyler are with her. "We were shopping and then all of a sudden we had to come back. Is everything okay?"

"Why aren't you on the top floor, Mallory? I specifically asked you to stay there, where I know you're safe," Miles says, looking over at Ryan.

"The key cards didn't work. We thought we didn't make it back before you shut it down, so we came here," Paige says.

"Wait, what did you say?" I ask, cutting in. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. "We didn't issue it yet."

I click on the screen of my computer and bring up the feed for Jay's desk. She's not there.

"Fuck!" someone mutters behind me, and then I hear Paige shout for the building to go into code red.

The alarm sounds, and everyone is in motion. Everyone but me. My hand is shaky as I push back the footage and find the image of when she was last sitting there. I'm praying she just got up to go to the bathroom.

My stomach turns sour as I watch her pick up her phone and her face goes white. She walks out on shaky legs and gets into the elevator. I move the footage to when she gets off, and I can see her look up and mouth the words I love you.

"Oh God, no, baby. No." My heart feels like it's beating out of my chest. What the fuck is she doing?

The footage shows her exiting the building and getting in a cab. I can't see anything past the perimeter, and I stand up so quickly my chair falls to the floor behind me.

Someone gasps, and I'm shaking with rage. I grip the edge of my desk, not knowing what to do. My first thought is to run out of this room and chase after her, but where do I go? I want to kick the desk over and break every piece of equipment in here, but that won't do me any good either.

"Chen," Paige barks, and I snap out of my downward spiral and look over to her. "You're the only one who can track her down. Find out where she went."

She's right. I can do this.

Pulling up the data on the nearest satellite, I hack into the cell tower and get her phone records. I remind myself to clone her goddamn phone just as soon as she's back in my arms.

It takes minutes for all of it to come up, and every second of that is pure agony. Finally, the last number that called her pops up. Her apartment.

"Her sister," I say, feeling another rock in the pit of my stomach. "I need to go to Jay's apartment." I stand up and start to push past the group of people behind me, but a short redhead is standing in my way.

"Jordan, let us go. You're the only one who knows how to do this shit," Paige says, waving at my computer. "If you go looking for her, what happens if she isn't there? Then what? You come back here and start again, losing precious time."

I want to protest, but I know she's right. I open my mouth, but she slaps something into my hand.

"You'll be with me the whole time. Captain?" she says, turning around to Ryan. "Get your gear. We're out in two."

They walk over to McCoy and Grant, and the four of them talk in low whispers. I feel like my hands are tied, but I know there's more I can be doing.

I get on my computer and pull up every trace I know. Everything is going to be okay.

If I say it enough, it has to be true. Right?