Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 130

Bob POV

Theo was so sure that they had taken her to the old quarry. It has barracks and stables, and he said there are a few places where they can climb out of the tunnels before they reach the water treatment plant and only one place where they could carry an unwilling person out of the tunnel, which was at the old quarry. We are headed that way, and I pray that Theo is correct; we have a SWAT team on the way, and just in case. A few men head to the water treatment plant, but I am hedging my bets on Theo; this is his stomping ground, and he would know better than me.

They had found her phone and broken necklace. I almost cried when I heard that, and Theo called Scott and gave him a serve, yelling at him about how he had failed again to protect Bethany. He had men on the ground looking for her, too, and they were headed to the quarry as we speak; it will be interesting to see who gets there first, my Swat team or Scott's.

Getting there felt like it was taking forever, and I had to remind our pilot to use stealth mode. I did not want him to hear us coming before we got close enough to see them arrive; Theo assured me we would arrive before they climbed out of the sewer. My poor girl, what she has gone through lately is terrifying. I hope they have not beaten her up like last time, and I am not sure her body is well enough to cope with another round like that.

The quarry came into sight, and I got out my binoculars to look around before we got too close. Theo pointed to where he said the exit was, and we hovered above, high in the sky, and then we saw it. The exit door opened, and a large man crawled out and reached down. He pulled out a person tied up and a sack over their head. I immediately knew it was Bethany. She had no chance of getting out of that, my poor girl; I fought back a sob as the emotions of seeing my girl trussed up like that were brought to the surface; knowing and seeing are two different things.

The man took her to the stables, so at least we know where she is now. Three more men climbed out of the sewer, and I smiled that it took four large men to take her down. That's my girl. She is a fighter to the end. Hopefully, she sits tight now and waits for me to arrive. She might think she is alone in this, as her phone and necklace are both gone. Hopefully, she does not lose faith in me finding her.

'Dispatch, Bethany is in the stables at the old quarry. They have just exited the sewer. I told the dispatch about where and how many we had seen. Theo texted Scott with the news; we could see three black vans and two SUVs. This is the hideout of the last missing link, which no one would talk about, or if they did, I have not heard about. My binoculars had infrared, and we could see two horses and one man with body heat being given off in the stables. Now we had four men, and Bethany seemed to be on the left side of the stables, the furthest away from the door, and by my reckoning, she was in a chair, mostly bound to it. My guts said to get in there quickly, but my training said to wait for backup.

A large truck pulled up about half a mile from the quarry, and about twenty bodies climbed out of the back. Three men from the front and four SUVS pulled up soon after. Another load of men had grouped together and started to make their way to the stables, slowly fanning out as they closed in. It was hard looking from above; the night sky was beginning to turn into day, and long shadows crept along the ground, and soon the thermal imaging was lost. We were stuck in the in-between, where shadows made it hard to follow the men, and we had to wait for them to reach the stables before we could get a clear view of them.

Our Swat team arrived, and I got onto the radio and informed them that Scott's team was already approaching and to close in but not enter. I let them keep the lead in this, being first on the scene. They did not like it but were not about to argue. An ambulance arrived, and my guts churned. I hoped that Bethany would be fine.

'She will be alright; stay positive, Theo urged me. I looked at him to see he was in just as much pain as I was, and the pep talk was as much for him as it was for me. I nodded and turned back to watch the action below. My phone rang, and I answered it, not taking my eyes off of the below.

'Bob, we have the ballistics report from the gun; we got three sets of prints from it, two from the bullets and one from the gun itself. Jacko started his report.

'Who?' I did not need this distraction now; I wanted to concentrate fully on what was happening below.

'As expected, the fingerprints from the gun were Cynthia's; if she were the one to hide the gun, then I would expect her to be on the gun. Jacko was stalling; I know he was, but I did not have time to have guessing games with him about this.

'The bullets, come on. Stop dragging this out. You know where I am and what I was watching. My girl is below. Get to the point.' I growled at him.

'One set was Wendy's, and the other set was! A shot was fired below, and I missed who the other prints were.

'Call you back, shots are being fired.' I hung up before he could say anymore. My girl could have just been shot. My stomach felt like lead as I waited to hear who was shot.

Bethany POV

What the hell? This is not happening; I was shocked. The person before was in on this?

'Nothing to say to me, Bethany? I am hurt.' He mocked me in a tone I had never heard before.

'Why?' I asked, still in shock.

'Why did you have to be there and spoil it all? Everything was perfect; the cops were running around in circles, not figuring out who was running the laundering scam, and the wedding scam that was already in place made it all the easier. When I told him about the scams, my brother Peter jumped with both feet. He already knew a little about the wedding group. But he had not thought about how easy it would be to cover the laundering; he already had someone in the hotel industry, and when he got him on board, it was all smooth sailing. His friend was a judge, and it was easy to get in; he was already knee-deep in other missed deeds, including contracts out on people. He also had a whole police station in his pocket, and I had the congressman, and all was good until you went and spoiled it all!

'What are you talking about, spoiled it all? How did I do that?' I still did not get it.

'Where is Cynthia? I cannot locate her or Wendy. Not that I am too concerned about that bitch!'

'They are dead. I replied softly, no use holding it back, he would find out soon anyway.

'DEAD? How?' His face looked thunderous, and I thought he was going to explode.

'They were sent to Sun Valley for assessment before trial, and some inmates got them.' I hated having to say this out loud, and I was still processing all of this myself. 'How?' He screamed at me again, but he was not seeing me, his mind was elsewhere.

'They were stabbed.

'NO0000000!' He screamed out and dropped to his knees, holding his head and shaking it, 'No, no, no.

'Lost your lover?' I smirked, my turn to taunt him, but I felt bad doing it and tempting his wroth.

'She was my life, my love, my always and forever, and you are going to die for this?' How was it all my fault? I was not the one with the knife.

'Why? What did I do?' I screeched back as he stood up, staring at me with such hatred I had never seen on his face before, and raised his gun and pointed it at me.

'You should be dead, not her. He was ranting and raving about something that made no sense to me, and then the sound of a gun went off, and I stared at him in shock.