Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

-Beckett-

“We don’t?” Luna stood taller, her thick eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

If I didn’t know Luna, I would have thought she was disappointed in what she heard. She should be relieved, but she’s too worried for Andi to be glad we don’t need to get married at all.

My eyes remained focused on the laptop, Miguel Arce’s mugshot and background info searing in my brain. My thoughts raced as I finally fit the pieces together.

Everything that happened and was happening with Andi was a series of snippets from a movie in a different genre that didn’t work together. Before I met her, Andi was too busy surviving than having a social life, so it really puzzled me who would target her like this. From her father’s early release from prison to her kidnapping, everything just doesn’t go well with her background.

Then Cole said this was all because of me, and I can’t believe how right he is.

“Because I know why Miguel Arce kidnapped Andi,” I stood taller, my brain conjuring a plan to gather evidence of my assumption.

Luna gasped, and Jack’s shoulder went rigid. And across the table, where Cole’s lips were pursed into a hard line.

My cousin saw the determination on my face. He rounded the table and scanned Miguel Arce’s file. “You got a plan?” He asked, his eyes gleaming up as if he were ready to light up the fireworks on July 4th.

Yeah. But we have to be careful about this,” I stated firmly. “There’s no room for error if we want to catch them and save Andi at the same time.”

Just tell us what to do, Boss,” Jack, usually unflappable, squared his shoulder and clenched his hands together, a hundred percent ready for a fistfight.

‘That’s right, Boss,” Luna seconds. “For Andi.”

There’s a tense silence that falls over the four of us. I hear my heart thrashing wildly inside me, as if I could almost feel nyself holding Andi in my arms again. “In the morning, we will take back Andi.” As those words leave my mouth, I say a ittle prayer to heaven to give Andi just a little pinch of strength to hold on.

I will find you, Andi. Just hold on a little longer, baby girl.‘

I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep. Even if I know that I need to be at full capacity tomorrow, both physically and mentally. I see Andi every time I close my eyes. I see her curled up in a fetal position in that cold, dark room, alone and scared that no one will be able to find her. I see the fear in Julie’s eyes as I leave their house, and the regret in Caleb’s face as he thinks of not seeing his sister again.

The darkness of the night bled into the break of dawn. My mind churned between relief, fear, and eagerness to put an end to this ordeal today. My team and cousin hovered near the living room, waiting for my phone to vibrate on the glass table,

Everyone has their assignment. Reed’s tracing program is already open on his laptop beside my phone, the radius from last night’s call still blares red and round, still too wide to point where it came from. Andi was somewhere in that bloody red circle, terrified inside that godforsaken room. I clenched my jaw and tried to steady my breathing. This isn’t the time for overthinking.

-Beckett-

“We don’t?” Luna stood taller, her thick eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

If I didn’t know Luna, I would have thought she was disappointed in what she heard. She should be refseved, bave the sto worried for Andi to be glad we don’t need to get married at all.

My eyes remained focused on the laptop, Miguel Arce’s mugshot and background info searing in my brain. Sy thoughre raced as I finally fit the pieces together.

Everything that happened and was happening with Andi was a series of snippets from a movie in a differens gence doar didn’t work together. Before I met her, Andi was too busy surviving than having a social life, so it really puzded me when would target her like this. From her father’s early release from prison to her kidnapping, everything just doesn’t go well wot her background.

Then Cole said this was all because of me, and I can’t believe how right he is.

‘Because I know why Miguel Arce kidnapped Andi,” I stood taller, my brain conjuring a plan to gather evidence of my assumption.

Luna gasped, and Jack’s shoulder went rigid. And across the table, where Cole’s lips were pursed into a hard line

My cousin saw the determination on my face. He rounded the table and scanned Miguel Arce’s file. “You got a plan?” He asked, his eyes gleaming up as if he were ready to light up the fireworks on July 4th.

‘Yeah. But we have to be careful about this,” I stated firmly. “There’s no room for error if we want to catch them and save Andi at the same time.”

‘Just tell us what to do, Boss,” Jack, usually unflappable, squared his shoulder and clenched his hands together, a hundred percent ready for a fistfight.

That’s right, Boss,” Luna seconds. “For Andi.”

There’s a tense silence that falls over the four of us. I hear my heart thrashing wildly inside me, as if I could almost feel myself holding Andi in my arms again. “In the morning, we will take back Andi.” As those words leave my mouth, I say a ittle prayer to heaven to give Andi just a little pinch of strength to hold on.

I will find you, Andi. Just hold on a little longer, baby girl.‘

I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep. Even if I know that I need to be at full capacity tomorrow, both physically and mentally. I see Andi every time I close my eyes. I see her curled up in a fetal position in that cold, dark room, alone and scared that no one will be able to find her. I see the fear in Julie’s eyes as I leave their house, and the regret in Caleb’s face as he thinks of not seeing his sister again.

The darkness of the night bled into the break of dawn. My mind churned between relief, fear, and eagerness to put an end to this ordeal today. My team and cousin hovered near the living room, waiting for my phone to vibrate on the glass table.

Everyone has their assignment. Reed’s tracing program is already open on his laptop beside my phone, the radius from last night’s call still blares red and round, still too wide to point where it came from. Andi was somewhere in that bloody red circle, terrified inside that godforsaken room. I clenched my jaw and tried to steady my breathing. This isn’t the time for overthinking.

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The silent vibration of my phone against the glass table startled all of us. Reed worked on tapping the call to fais program. cueing me with a nod to answer it.

“Have you signed the papers?” The voice asked in a grainy tone.

My pulse thundered. I need this call to last longer than two minutes. And in order to do that, I need to sound plant and ex a demanding son of a bitch. Blame it on my lack of sleep because 1 growled into the call. “Let me talk to Ands again

He made a clucking sound in his throat. “Last night was a favor; today, no more favors, he murmured. The more I speak with this man, the more I hear the rolling of his thick Spanish accent. “One hour, City Hall, he stated, like an unbearable rule. “If those papers are not signed, you won’t see your precious chica again.” Then he dropped the call

He’s got an attitude, a nasty attitude of ending the call when Reed’s tracing program hadn’t even found his locatio

“Fuck!” I grumbled, raising my hand into the air.

“I can work on narrowing the search,” Reed optimistically suggested, his finger flying over his laptop.

The red circle on the map slowly narrowed by a few more miles. I don’t know how Reed will magically spot Andi’s bocation in that wide search area. They could be hiding her in a basement, for all we know.

“Beckett,” Cole squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. “We will find her. All my men are at your disposal just give us the green light to go with the plan.”

I pulled a huge breath in. There wasn’t time to argue. I stuffed a gun into my waistband and faced everyone inside the room. “Jack will be with me at the city hall, then the four of you… Take a team to search every abandoned building near Rose Creek. Let’s keep the line open. Saving Andi is our top priority, but if we can catch Miguel Arce alive, will be better.”

We had gone through the plan over coffee this morning, but in my head, I had gone in circles over this scheme more than a hundred times. I don’t need to repeat myself to this team. But no matter how many times I convince myself. Tve got the best people anyone could have in this kind of situation, better than the police, I still can’t shake this dread from sparking in my chest.

I let Jack drive the SUV. He had to adjust the seat to accommodate his small frame and five–foot–two height. The envelope containing the marriage contract was a ticking time bomb lying heavily on the dashboard.

The drive was a blur of buildings, traffic, and busy streets. I only realized we had reached our destination when Jack put the car into park in front of the building with thick pillars and imposing arches bearing the words “Hawthorne Bay City Hall

I pulled a baseball cap over my head, sunglasses to conceal my eyes, then slid out of the car with the envelope, Jack speaking before I could close the door. “We will find her, Boss. You got this.”

I didn’t need the pep talk. Not even if I were pitching in game 7 of the World Series, but Jack didn’t know how much those words meant to me right now. This is not winning a game, but the life of my woman is at stake. I nodded at Jack and headed straight to the City Hall entrance, and searched the city clerk’s office.

It didn’t take me two minutes inside the office. The clerk didn’t even ask why I was the only one filing for a marriage license. why the wife’s side was empty, or if I was really the one who signed that paper. She was too busy speaking on the landline to even recognize me. She just tossed the paper onto the paper rack on her table and told me to come back tomorrow.

A stop at a convenience store would take longer than filing for marriage. How can filing for marriage be this trivial?

But I didn’t ask questions. I just went in and out of the office, then back to the car, switching places with Jack. Someone might recognize me, so it’s Jack’s job to wait for whoever was going to confirm whether I had filed the papers and to fill in

wife’s side of the contract.

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The wen wations of my phone against the glass table startled all of us. Reed worked on tapping the call to his program, curing the with a nod to answer it.

“Have you signed the papers? The voice asked in a grainy tone.

My pace thundered. I need this call to last longer than two minutes. And in order to do that, I need to sound pliant and not a demanding son of a bitch Blame it on my lack of sleep because I growled into the call. “Let me talk to Andi again.”

He made a clucking sound in his throat. “Last night was a favor: today, no more favors,” he murmured. The more I speak with this man, the more I hear the rolling of his thick Spanish accent. “One hour. City Hall,” he stated, like an unbreakable rule. “If those papers are not signed, you won’t see your precious chica again.” Then he dropped the call.

He’s got an attitude, a nasty attitude of ending the call when Reed’s tracing program hadn’t even found his location.

“Fuck!” 1 grumbled, raising my hand into the air.

I can work on narrowing the search, Reed optimistically suggested, his finger flying over his laptop.

The red circle on the map slowly narrowed by a few more miles. I don’t know how Reed will magically spot Andi’s location in that wide search area. They could be hiding her in a basement, for all we know.

Beckett, Cole squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. “We will find her. All my men are at your disposal. Just give us the green light to go with the plan.”

I pulled a huge breath in. There wasn’t time to argue. I stuffed a gun into my waistband and faced everyone inside the room Jack will be with me at the city hall, then the four of you… Take a team to search every abandoned building near Rose Creek. Let’s keep the line open. Saving Andi is our top priority, but if we can catch Miguel Arce alive, will be better.”

We had gone through the plan over coffee this morning, but in my head, I had gone in circles over this scheme more than a hundred times. I don’t need to repeat myself to this team. But no matter how many times I convince myself. I’ve got the best people anyone could have in this kind of situation, better than the police,’ I still can’t shake this dread from sparking in my chest.

I let jack drive the SUV. He had to adjust the seat to accommodate his small frame and five–foot–two height. The envelope containing the marriage contract was a ticking time bomb lying heavily on the dashboard.

The drive was a blur of buildings, traffic, and busy streets. I only realized we had reached our destination when Jack put the car into park in front of the building with thick pillars and imposing arches bearing the words “Hawthorne Bay City Hall.”

I pulled a baseball cap over my head, sunglasses to conceal my eyes, then slid out of the car with the envelope, Jack speaking before I could close the door. “We will find her, Boss. You got this.”

I didn’t need the pep talk. Not even if I were pitching in game 7 of the World Series, but Jack didn’t know how much those words meant to me right now. This is not winning a game, but the life of my woman is at stake. I nodded at Jack and headed straight to the City Hall entrance, and searched the city clerk’s office.

It didn’t take me two minutes inside the office. The clerk didn’t even ask why I was the only one filing for a marriage license, why the wife’s side was empty, or if I was really the one who signed that paper. She was too busy speaking on the landline to even recognize me. She just tossed the paper onto the paper rack on her table and told me to come back tomorrow.

A stop at a convenience store would take longer than filing for marriage. How can filing for marriage be this trivial?

But I didn’t ask questions. I just went in and out of the office, then back to the car, switching places with Jack. Someone might recognize me, so it’s Jack’s job to wait for whoever was going to confirm whether I had filed the papers and to fill in

the wife’s side of the contract.

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“We dont La salley, her thick eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

If I didest koow Law, I would have thought she was disappointed in what she heard. She should be relieved, but she’s too worried for And to be glad we don’t need to get married at all.

My eyes remained focused on the laptop, Miguel Area’s mugshot and background info searing in my brain. My thoughts raced as I finally to the pieces together.

Everything that happened and was happening with Andi was a series of snippets from a movie in a different genre that sidn’t work together. Before 1 met her, Andi was too busy surviving than having a social life, so it really puzzled me who would target her like this. From her father’s early release from prison to her kidnapping, everything just doesn’t go well with ber background.

Then Cole said this was all because of me, and I can’t believe how right he is.

Because I know why Miguel Arce kidnapped Andi,” I stood taller, my brain conjuring a plan to gather evidence of my ssumption

one gooped, and Jack’s shoulder went rigid. And across the table, where Cole’s lips were pursed into a hard line.

My cousin sew the determination on my face. He rounded the table and scanned Miguel Arce’s file. “You got a plan?” He nked, his eyes gleaming up as if he were ready to light up the fireworks on July 4th.

Yeah. Post we have to be careful about this,” I stated firmly. “There’s no room for error if we want to catch them and save bidi at the same time,”

Just tell us what to do, Boss,” Jack, usually unflappable, squared his shoulder and clenched his hands together, a hundred percent ready for a fistfight.

That’s right, Poss, Luna seconds. “For Andi”

There’s a tense silence that falls over the four of us. I hear my heart thrashing wildly inside me, as if I could almost feel myself holding Andi in my arms again. “In the morning, we will take back Andi.” As those words leave my mouth, I say a

de prayer to heaven to give Andi just a little pinch of strength to hold on.

I will find you, Andi, just hold on a little longer, baby girl‘

I haven’t gaten a wink of sleep. Even if I know that I need to be at full capacity tomorrow, both physically and mentally. I see Andi every time I close my eyes, I see her curled up in a fetal position in that cold, dark room, alone and scared that no one will be able to find her. I see the fear in Julie’s eyes as I leave their house, and the regret in Caleb’s face as he thinks of not seeing his sister again.

The darkness of the night bled into the break of dawn. My mind churned between relief, fear, and eagerness to put an end to this ordeal today. My team and cousin hovered near the living room, waiting for my phone to vibrate on the glass table.

Everyone has their assignment. Reed’s tracing program is already open on his laptop beside my phone, the radius from last night’s call still blares red and round, still too wide to point where it came from. Andi was somewhere in that bloody red dirde, terrified inside that godforsaken room. I clenched my jaw and tried to steady my breathing. This isn’t the time for overthinking

The silent vibration of my phone against the glass table startled all of us. Reed worked on tapping the call to his program cueing me with a nod to answer it.

“Have you signed the papers?” The voice asked in a grainy tone.

My pulse thundered. I need this call to last longer than two minutes. And in order to do that, I need to sound pliant and n a demanding son of a bitch. Blame it on my lack of sleep because I growled into the call. “Let me talk to Andi again.”

He made a clucking sound in his throat. “Last night was a favor; today, no more favors,” he murmured. The more I speak with this man, the more I hear the rolling of his thick Spanish accent. “One hour. City Hall,” he stated, like an unbreakabl rule. “If those papers are not signed, you won’t see your precious chica again.” Then he dropped the call.

He’s got an attitude, a nasty attitude of ending the call when Reed’s tracing program hadn’t even found his location.

“Fuck!” I grumbled, raising my hand into the air.

“I can work on narrowing the search,” Reed optimistically suggested, his finger flying over his laptop.

The red circle on the map slowly narrowed by a few more miles. I don’t know how Reed will magically spot Andi’s locatio in that wide search area. They could be hiding her in a basement, for all we know.

“Beckett,” Cole squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. “We will find her. All my men are at your disposal. Just give us the gre light to go with the plan.”

I pulled a huge breath in. There wasn’t time to argue. I stuffed a gun into my waistband and faced everyone inside the roo “Jack will be with me at the city hall, then the four of you… Take a team to search every abandoned building near Rose Creek. Let’s keep the line open. Saving Andi is our top priority, but if we can catch Miguel Arce alive, will be better.”

We had gone through the plan over coffee this morning, but in my head, I had gone in circles over this scheme more than hundred times. I don’t need to repeat myself to this team. But no matter how many times I convince myself. I’ve got the best people anyone could have in this kind of situation, better than the police,‘ I still can’t shake this dread from sparking i my chest.

I let Jack drive the SUV. He had to adjust the seat to accommodate his small frame and five–foot–two height. The envelope containing the marriage contract was a ticking time bomb lying heavily on the dashboard.

The drive was a blur of buildings, traffic, and busy streets. I only realized we had reached our destination when Jack put the car into park in front of the building with thick pillars and imposing arches bearing the words “Hawthorne Bay City Hall.”

I pulled a baseball cap over my head, sunglasses to conceal my eyes, then slid out of the car with the envelope. Jack speaking before I could close the door. “We will find her, Boss. You got this.”

I didn’t need the pep talk. Not even if I were pitching in game 7 of the World Series, but Jack didn’t know how much those words meant to me right now. This is not winning a game, but the life of my woman is at stake. I nodded at Jack and headed straight to the City Hall entrance, and searched the city clerk’s office.

It didn’t take me two minutes inside the office. The clerk didn’t even ask why I was the only one filing for a marriage license. why the wife’s side was empty, or if I was really the one who signed that paper. She was too busy speaking on the landline to even recognize me. She just tossed the paper onto the paper rack on her table and told me to come back tomorrow.

A stop at a convenience store would take longer than filing for marriage. How can filing for marriage be this trivial?

But I didn’t ask questions. I just went in and out of the office, then back to the car, switching places with Jack. Someone might recognize me, so it’s Jack’s job to wait for whoever was going to confirm whether I had filed the papers and to fill in the wife’s side of the contract.

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cueing me with a nod to answer it.

“Have you signed the papers?” The voice asked in a grainy tone.

My pulse thundered. I need this call to last longer than two minutes. And in order to do that, I need to sound pliant and not a demanding son of a bitch. Blame it on my lack of sleep because I growled into the call. “Let me talk to Andi again.”

He made a clucking sound in his throat. “Last night was a favor; today, no more favors,” he murmured. The more I speak with this man, the more I hear the rolling of his thick Spanish accent. “One hour. City Hall,” he stated, like an unbreakable rule. “If those papers are not signed, you won’t see your precious chica again.” Then he dropped the call.

He’s got an attitude, a nasty attitude of ending the call when Reed’s tracing program hadn’t even found his location.

“Fuck!” I grumbled, raising my hand into the air.

“I can work on narrowing the search,” Reed optimistically suggested, his finger flying over his laptop.

The red circle on the map slowly narrowed by a few more miles. I don’t know how Reed will magically spot Andi’s location in that wide search area. They could be hiding her in a basement, for all we know.

“Beckett,” Cole squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. “We will find her. All my men are at your disposal. Just give us the green light to go with the plan.”

I pulled a huge breath in. There wasn’t time to argue. I stuffed a gun into my waistband and faced everyone inside the room “Jack will be with me at the city hall, then the four of you… Take a team to search every abandoned building near Rose Creek. Let’s keep the line open. Saving Andi is our top priority, but if we can catch Miguel Arce alive, will be better.”

We had gone through the plan over coffee this morning, but in my head, I had gone in circles over this scheme more than a hundred times. I don’t need to repeat myself to this team. But no matter how many times I convince myself. I’ve got the best people anyone could have in this kind of situation, better than the police,‘ I still can’t shake this dread from sparking in my chest.

I let Jack drive the SUV. He had to adjust the seat to accommodate his small frame and five–foot–two height. The envelope containing the marriage contract was a ticking time bomb lying heavily on the dashboard.

The drive was a blur of buildings, traffic, and busy streets. I only realized we had reached our destination when Jack put the car into park in front of the building with thick pillars and imposing arches bearing the words “Hawthorne Bay City Hall.”

I pulled a baseball cap over my head, sunglasses to conceal my eyes, then slid out of the car with the envelope, Jack speaking before I could close the door. “We will find her, Boss. You got this.”

I didn’t need the pep talk. Not even if I were pitching in game 7 of the World Series, but Jack didn’t know how much those words meant to me right now. This is not winning a game, but the life of my woman is at stake. I nodded at Jack and headed straight to the City Hall entrance, and searched the city clerk’s office.

It didn’t take me two minutes inside the office. The clerk didn’t even ask why I was the only one filing for a marriage license, why the wife’s side was empty, or if I was really the one who signed that paper. She was too busy speaking on the landline to even recognize me. She just tossed the paper onto the paper rack on her table and told me to come back tomorrow.

A stop at a convenience store would take longer than filing for marriage. How can filing for marriage be this trivial?

But I didn’t ask questions. I just went in and out of the office, then back to the car, switching places with Jack. Someone might recognize me, so it’s Jack’s job to wait for whoever was going to confirm whether I had filed the papers and to fill in

the wife’s side of the contract.

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I showed Jack a photo of the person I thought would do the fact–checking. It’s a hunch. A hunch that had been eating m alive since seeing Miguel Arce’s profile.

I waited inside the car, knee bouncing up and down while the silence suffocated me. I don’t know how long I sat there, glaring at the City Hall entrance, waiting for Jack to come out. And when he did, it took every ounce of my restraint not to ump out of the car and strangle the woman who was walking side by side with Jack. He’s got a gun hidden under his oversized jacket, pointed at the side of a very petrified Sloane Marquez.

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