“Did you go to the right bathroom?” Noemi said, getting up. “Because there are at least three here.”

“I’ll check too,” Zoey said and followed her.

“You take the one by the entrance. I’ll go to the back.”

Maybe he was overreacting. Just listening to the buzz of worry in his head.

He sat down and picked up his phone. Why hadn’t they taken the time to buy her a phone? They’d been so consumed with the vaccine, and then, of course, he’d been in the hospital—

Wait.

Her GPS ring. He pulled out his phone, then swept open the GPS app. Was she wearing the ring? He couldn’t remember. Maybe, although she’d taken it off while she worked in the lab—he did recall her dropping it into a box before she stepped into the UV chamber.

The app loaded, and then, like the shiny nose of Rudolph on a dark night, the red button lit up.

“Never mind, guys,” he said to his brothers. “I found her.” He got up and pushed down the aisle, then down the steps.

Overhead, the night was closing in, and the show broke for intermission. The crowd surged out around him as he exited the stands.

He paused, watching her stats. Her heart rate had climbed, over a hundred now, was still rising. And rising along with that, her body temperature.

He threaded through the crowd, toward the beeping red dot. Past the burger stand, past the Thunderbird.

He stopped, trying to unravel the location.

The hangar? It could easily fit a couple small planes, wing to wing. A large steel door rolled down over the entrance.

He turned, headed toward the building, right up to a smaller security door beside the larger hangar door.

Locked.

He peered inside, his hand to the window.

Stilled. Along the floor of the hangar, a hundred tiny blue, red, and white lights were flashing on. Drones for the upcoming show.

He spotted a dim light at the back of the building, and just barely, made out two bodies—

One of them was Tae!

And she was fighting a man, kicking at him, her hands clearly tied in front of her.

What? His hand went to the handle, trying it again.

Colt’s head just about exploded when the man slapped her. “Tae!”

She spun, hit the wall, and crumpled.

Now he would have his heart attack.

He stepped back, breathing hard.

Stop. Think. Don’t just bash the door down. Because there were a lot of steps between the door and Tae, and who knew if her attacker had a weapon.

Still. Colt wasn’t going to just stand out here and . . . wait.

He pulled out his phone. Ranger answered on the first ring.

“I found her,” he said. “Some goon took her, just slapped the snot out of her. She’s tied up in the hangar by the Thunderbird.”