Chapter 6 - Hunting for Nanny Sarah
“If Nanny Sarah had custody of the girls for nearly three years, why did she suddenly leave them on the porch in Tahoe yesterday with a stale bread roll?” Julian’s voice was eerily calm now, the dangerous, analytical tone of a billionaire preparing to dismantle a rival corporation piece by piece.
David was already typing furiously on his encrypted terminal, cross-referencing regional traffic cameras and police dispatch logs from the Tahoe and Reno areas over the past forty-eight hours. “Sarah must have been compromised, Julian. The warning note said, ‘Get them to their father before Victoria finds them.’ That means Victoria’s network finally tracked Sarah down after all this time.”
“Find her,” Julian commanded, turning to look at his sleeping daughters on the sofa. “She saved my wife’s children. She sacrificed her own safety to keep my family alive. I don't care what it costs, David. Find Sarah’s last known location right now.”
Ten minutes later, David’s screen pinged with a high-priority match. “Got her. Sarah Jenkins, age thirty-four. She’s been living under the alias 'Sarah Miller' in a modest apartment complex in downtown Reno, about forty miles from here. But Julian… look at this police blotter from yesterday morning.”
David pulled up a scanned Reno Police Department incident report. It detailed a violent break-in at a second-floor apartment on Elm Street. Neighbors had reported hearing screams, breaking glass, and three men in dark suits forcibly dragging a woman into a black van with California license plates.
“They took her,” Julian said, his jaw tightening until his teeth ached. “They abducted Sarah yesterday morning. She must have realized they were closing in on her apartment, grabbed the girls, drove them to my Tahoe estate, left them on the porch with the pendant as proof, and then drew my mother’s men away from the children so they wouldn't be caught in the crossfire.”
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“And Marcus’s men have been interrogating her ever since to find out where she hid the twins,” David concluded grimly, grabbing his tactical vest from the floor. “If your mother knows we escaped Tahoe with the girls last night, Sarah’s life is ticking away by the second. They don't need her anymore.”
“They have an office in downtown Reno,” Julian said, his eyes narrowing as he recalled his family’s corporate real estate holdings. “Sterling Logistics owns a shuttered shipping warehouse in the industrial district near the rail yards. Marcus uses it as a staging ground for private freight. That’s where they’re holding her. Call the tactical team, David. We’re going hunting.”
