(Damian's POV)
I stared at the phone in my hand. A code red from Monica. She had used a button I told her to use only when she felt she was in danger.
Without wasting more time, I dialed her number but no one picked.
They had gotten to her!
"I'll call them myself, boss. Please relax a little bit." Fernandez muttered and dialed the retirement home as if he had read my mind and knew just exactly what I wanted to do.
"Okay."
He put his phone on loud speaker and we both waited for someone to pick.
"Hello." A groggy voice said.
Before Fernandez could say anything, I snatched the phone from his hand. "If you value your job, go to room 063 and make sure the woman there is still alive."
That must have cleared the sleep from her eyes at once. "Mr Blackwood!"
Damn right!
"MOVE!"
She didn't reply, but I heard the sound of running feet.
Better!
"Just hang in there, mother. Help is coming." I muttered tautly and started pacing around the room.
"Boss." Fernandez called me.
