Tommy…

Tommy drove slowly through Toronto listening intently to the earpiece he had fastened to his ear as he drove. He needed more clues from Jude. He knew of three Chinese restaurants by that name in Toronto and two of them were near apartment complexes. Damn it! He could hear muffled noises over the line, and he struggled to make out what Jude was saying…something about erotic dancers. What the hell? So she was near a Chinese restaurant and a place of disputable reputation. It began to click slowly into place in his mind, and he picked up the cell phone he had borrowed from Darius to check in with the studio and with the police—telling them what he had so far. Something crashed on the line that was connected to Jude and Tommy's heart stopped.

"Come on now, Jude. You seemed awful eager to make me angry before. What's stopping you now?" The guy, Ethan it seemed, said in a sarcastic tone as Jude suddenly yelped.

Tommy gripped the steering wheel—hard—as he listened for anything from Jude that would let him know she was okay. Anything at all. Damn it, Jude! Where are you?

"It's like usurping the devil, Ethan. I promise I burn. Don't even think about stepping any closer!" Jude yelled as the room grew quiet again.

What was going on over there? Jesus! Tommy was going mad. He sped through the streets—heading straight for the older part of town—taking turns as if he were on a racetrack. He had to get to that location. He needed to get her out of there. Now!

"What are you doing, Jude? Trying to prove something here because I know you for the whore you are. Remember the pictures, Jude? Or do you want me to refresh your memory?" Ethan asked on a chuckle.

Pictures? What pictures? Tommy felt sweat beading along his forehead as he strained his hearing while trying not to crash into the cars in front of him. He honked his horn impatiently. God, what were all these people doing? Sight seeing.

"You're an asshole, Ethan." Jude stated wearily as Ethan just chuckled again.

"Oh you have no idea. No idea whatsoever." Ethan replied as Jude yelped again.

That did it! Tom screeched into the parking lot of the Chinese Garden in the older part of town, tearing out of his vehicle as he glanced around him at the two sets of apartment complexes on each side—shaking his head as he realized he was going to have to search both. Adjusting the earpiece, he ran quickly into the first before beginning to open doors. Jude had said something about a strange lock that bolted on the outside. He needed to find that lock.