Page 89 of Unseen Danger

His gut clenched.

Could it be what he’d been looking for this whole time?

He barely kept himself from running out into the street in front of a passing car.

As soon as the sedan drove by, he dashed into the closest lane. He crouched by the stain.

Oil. From the same van?

He hoped so.

Sliding back into his pickup, he took off at a much slower pace than his itching muscles wanted him to go. But he couldn’t miss the trail. If there was one.

He drove over the streak of oil, his gaze pushing ahead, searching for more.

Another streak slashed the pavement.

“Yes.” He pumped a clenched fist in the air.

More oil marks marked a path he followed for the rest of the block.

Until he reached an intersection. No stop sign or light. But which way had they gone?

He slowed, probably annoying the driver of the gray sedan behind him.

Wait. Looked like a trickle of fluid on the street to the right.

He whipped the wheel to turn onto the road. He followed the trail of oil for another two blocks.

Then it stopped.

No. It couldn’t stop. Not yet. Not until he found Nevaeh.

Frustration rose from his stomach to his chest as he pulled into a driveway of a parking lot for a bank, then backed out to reverse direction.

He lifted his gaze this time, no longer keeping it locked on the road as he headed for where he’d seen the last oil spill.

A couple stores. A bar. Restaurant.

And an alley.

Or was that a driveway?

He slowed and pulled into the drive he’d mistaken for an alley before.

It was long enough he couldn’t see what it led to from the road.

But as he drove a little farther in, a large building met his gaze. A warehouse. Looked old, which explained why it was an anomaly hidden behind more modern-looking buildings that housed newer businesses.

Adrenaline seeped into his veins. This could be it. The perfect place to hide a kidnapping victim. At least for a little while.

He scanned the parking lot that expanded out from the driveway and lined the front of the warehouse. He needed a place to park his Silverado where it wouldn’t be spotted.

Four vehicles parked in stalls along the building. Maybe hidden in plain sight was the way to go.

He pulled up between a black sedan and a silver SUV. He dropped out of the pickup, leaving the driver’s door to rest against the frame.

If the kidnappers were here, no need to bring them all down on him at once thanks to a door slamming.