As he checked messages, he swore under his breath. “Bad news, security reports that Tucker’s yacht has left the harbor.” Slamming his hand down on the steering wheel, “Dammit, how far are we?” “At least 30 minutes.” Accelerating, Jared began weaving in and out of traffic. “Slow it down, I don’t have jurisdiction here and we’ve no proof of an abduction. If we get pulled over, we’ll lose more time.” As Jared concentrated on the road, eating up the miles as quickly as possible, he had no idea how Tucker managed to get out of his home arrest confinement. “Can you find out the status of Tucker’s home arrest? He’s supposed to be wearing a monitor and sticking close to home.” Pulling out his tablet, Drake pulled up Tucker’s files. “According to his file, he got a new lawyer a couple months ago. Three weeks ago, she had the judge’s ruling overturned.” “When did he buy the yacht? Can you find that out?” “Yes, saw it here somewhere.
