Chapter 251

“Crey, Sandra made contact with Scotland Yard,” he said when Creighton placed the phone to his ear.

“What…how…when?”

The fear and the fatigue were gone in an instant as Creighton stood from his stool and paced to the sink, looking out at the single light left shining in the foyer of the home next door.

“They stopped at a diner outside Folkestone. She paid with her private credit card - we’ve put a trace on it - and she managed to slip the waitress a note.”

“What did it say?”

Creighton was already gathering his coat from the back of the stool and looking for his keys as they spoke, being pulled back around the corner of the kitchen door by the cord that connected the phone to the receiver.

“It said, we’re being kidnapped. Contact Andrew Ashford, Scotland Yard. Tell him to tell Crey I’ve got the watch. Does that make sense to you?”

“God bless you Sandra,” he smiled, reaching for the phone on the counter. “She’s wearing the watch my company developed. A prototype. It’s a tracking devic