The Year of Second Chances (A Sunnyvale Novel Book 3) by Jessica Sorensen Page A

security cameras.”
    He blinks at me like a clueless dumbass. “Security cameras? I don’t think we have security cameras.”
    “So, let me get this straight. You don’t have a backup power system, and you don’t have security cameras.” I shake my head. “You know what? Never mind. Let me talk to your manager.”
    “Sure.” He backs for a doorway at the far back corner, taking his leisurely time.
    I clench my hands into fists, resisting the urge to shout at him to hurry his ass up. Then I prop my elbows on the corner and lower my head into my hands.
    “I’m so sorry, Isa,” I mumble. “I never should’ve let you wander off alone.”
    I didn’t think the harasser would take things this far, especially if it is Kyler. I mean, it’s one thing to spread a bunch of flyers around the school, but it’s another thing to actually kidnap a person.
    Did they take her, though? Maybe she’s just wandering around, looking for me. I’m having a hard time seeing my brother as a kidnapper. Perhaps Isa’s right behind me, and we just can’t see each other. She could be, although I have a sickening feeling in my stomach, a feeling connected to the scream I heard during the power shortage, that Isa’s in trouble.
    I’m starting to turn to scan the throng of people behind me when someone lightly taps on my shoulder. Twisting around, I find the guy with reddish-brown hair standing in front of me with an annoyed expression on his face.
    “I was told to give this to you,” he mutters, extending his hand toward me.
    Clasped in his fingers is a square piece of paper about the size of a business card.
    I warily eye the card. “Who’s it from?”
    “Will you just take it?” He flicks the card at my chest and moves back. “I was told to give it to you, not tell you who sent it.”
    My jaw ticks as I bend down to scoop the card off the floor. By the time I stand up straight, the guy has vanished into the crowd.
    “Goddammit,” I mumble, flipping the card over. Scorching hot anger chokes me as I read the printed note on the back.
You want to see Isabella again? Bring the flash drive to Cherry Lane Road and Sunnyvale Forest Drive by 6:00. And make sure to come alone. If you don’t, you won’t see your little girlfriend again.
    I ball my hand into a fist, crumpling the card. I don’t know if Kyler is in on this or if he’s helping someone, but I’m so going to kick his ass if I find out he is.
     

Chapter 11
    Isabella
     
    I fight like my life depends on it as the person holding me drags me into the unknown. They’re freakishly strong, easily keeping me secured by the waist and arms, even as I jerk my body and thrash my head around. I don’t know who they are or where they plan on taking me, if they’re the person behind the unknown texts, if this is part of the game, or something entirely unrelated. But the feeling of not knowing what’s going to happen to me sends an ice-cold chill through my body.
    “Where are you taking me!” I shout, fighting with all my strength to get away.
    They don’t answer, but as sunlight trickles through the fabric bag over my head, I realize we are outside.
    “Let me go!” I pick up my feet and throw my head back to head bang them, but they shove me forward before I make contact, their nails biting into my skin as their fingers tighten around my arm.
    “Stay still.” The low, deep, male voice carries a hint of familiarity, but I can’t place a face to it.
    “Then let me go!” I scream, hoping someone is nearby and will help me.
    Silence and the wind are my only answer.
    I open my mouth and try again. “Somebody help—”
    The scream dies as a door creaks open. He gently guides me down onto my face, my cheek pressing against rough carpet.
    Flipping over onto my back, I get my legs underneath me. But a set of hands lands on my shoulders and softly pushes me back down. The movement is odd, too gentle for the situation.
    “Stay down,” he pleads. “Please.”
    “Why?