William drove to the end of the city, where George had told him to go, with a bag full of money.
He had not slept or rested at all, waiting for the call, and the hope that he would soon see Lizzie kept him strong.
As George had demanded, William arrived alone to the meeting point and waited. There were barely any cars or people around because it was very early in the morning.
"Darcy."
William turned when he heard his name and faced George.
"Where is Lizzie?," he immediately asked.
"She's near," George replied, "where is the money?"
William dropped the bag at his feet.
"Why did you do this, George? Why would you tape Lizzie and then use that against her? I thought you loved her," William said.
"I don't think I ever loved her, but, for sure, she was fun to have around. Maybe you should watch the video and see what you've been missing," the other man replied, as he dropped some disks to the floor.
William was furious but he knew he had to stay calm, so he picked up the disks quickly.
"And Gigi? You grew up with her, and yet you destroyed her. Was that time not enough for you that you had to include her in this scheme?"
"Darcy, you are very nosy today. Why do you ask if you already have the answer? The money, Darcy, the money," George replied as he took the bag, and started to walk to his car.
"Wickham! Where is Lizzie?," William shouted.
"Wait," George said and continued to walk, and finally got in his car.
"Wickham!," William yelled again, as George started the engine.
"If you find her, she's yours," George responded and drove away.
What was that supposed to mean?
William had tried to remain calm as the police had instructed him, but he lost it when he heard George's last sentence.
He ran back to his car, ready to follow him, ignoring the voice coming from the earplug. He was about to throw the object to the ground, when he heard Fitz's voice.
"Darcy, we got him!"
Fitz gave him the address of where the police had intercepted George, less than eight blocks away, and William was there as quickly as possible.
He saw the commotion of cars and people and saw the moment George was pushed inside one of the police cars.
"Darcy!," Fitz called.
"Did he say where Lizzie is?," William asked.
"Yes. It took some persuasion, but he talked. A team is ready to go get her."
"Let's go," William said.
They drove together, behind the other cars. Brandon was staying with the police so he could start the process against him.
They stopped in front of a cheap motel, the kind where people would pay by hour. They found the room they were looking for, and quickly opened the door. The room was empty.
"Elizabeth," William almost screamed.
All of a sudden, noises came out of the bathroom, and William was the first to run to the door.
And then, he found her on the bathtub, struggling to get free from her ties.