My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 777

A jolt of shock ran through Jesse. He glanced sidelong at Andrew Lane.

How the hell did he figure it out?

Andrew Lane seemed to sense the car slowing down. His voice was calm, almost cold. “Step on it.”

Jesse swallowed hard and pressed down on the gas.

Halfway to Tristan’s, Jesse drove Andrew Lane to the outskirts of an abandoned warehouse. The place had been deserted so long that wild shrubs had sprung up all around it. Jesse struggled to find a spot close enough to park, finally squeezing the car in near the entrance.

He hadn’t even turned off the engine when the man beside him swung the door open and was out in a flash. Jesse hurried to catch up.

The warehouse doors gaped open. Andrew Lane strode ahead, his gaze scanning the ground. Jesse saw him suddenly pause.

He caught up, asking under his breath, “What is it?”

Andrew Lane didn’t answer. He tore his eyes from the ground and kept moving. Jesse followed his gaze, noticing fresh tire tracks in the dirt—recent ones.

He frowned, glancing around for any sign of another vehicle, but there was nothing.

Inside, the abandoned warehouse was a hollow, echoing space. In the center, completely alone, sat Emily Blair.

She was slumped in a chair, head tilted against the backrest, utterly still. No one else was around.

For a moment, Andrew Lane’s breath caught in his throat. Instinct took over—he ran straight for her.

As he reached her side, he forced himself to slow down, as if afraid he might startle her. He reached out, gently cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her skin.

“Emily Blair?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

She looked perfectly fine—no visible injuries, no movement.

“Emily Blair?” he called again.

Instead, he pulled out his phone and dialed Tristan Davis.

Tristan picked up instantly. “What’s going on?”

Jesse kept it short. “We found her. Ms. Blair’s unconscious—she’s not waking up. We’re taking her straight to the hospital. Tristan, meet us there.”

There was a brief pause, then Tristan’s voice came back hoarse. “How is she?”

Jesse glanced at the figure ahead of him and lowered his voice. “When we got here, she was alone. No visible wounds, but we’ll need the hospital to check her over. There are bruises around her neck, wrists, and ankles—looks like whoever took her tied her up. No broken skin or bleeding, just some bruising.”

“I understand. I’ll meet you at the hospital,” Tristan said quietly.

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Jesse hurried to catch up with Andrew Lane, pulling open the back door of the car so Andrew could gently lay Emily inside.