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Echo moved closer to take Ice from Justice and wrapped his arm around his waist to move him toward the SUV. Ice was guided into the backseat, and his stomach hurt like a fucking bitch. Slowly, he managed to get inside with Echo’s help and panting, he leaned back while Echo buckled him in. Over Echo’s shoulder, Ice watched as Justice put the flame from a lighter to the small piece of paper and it went up in smoke. The guy seemed vaguely familiar, but Ice couldn’t place him.
“Call me when you land,” Justice said.
“I will, but I won’t tell you where we are.”
“Good. Don’t tell a soul.”
Light filtered through the window, cutting a swath across his eyes, and Ice slapped around the bed until he found a pillow to put over his face.
“Well, that’s one way to do it,” Echo said.
Fuck. That was right. He vaguely remembered the SUV and then a commercial flight and then customs, but not much after that. Echo had somehow taken care of everything and Ice had to admit he was impressed.
Right at that moment, he had no idea of where he was, but it felt humid as hell.
Had Echo carried him away to a secret lair?
“Ice?”
“What?” he said, his voice muffled.
“I was set up.” The bed dipped when Echo took a seat beside him.
“No.” Ice pulled the pillow from his face and stared into Echo’s bottomless brown eyes. “We were set up.”
“Is that why you were on the pier?” Echo frowned.
“I was told to take out a mark at a restaurant across the walkway.”
“I was sent this.”
Ice took the phone Echo held out and watched the short video clip. “You disable the GPS on this phone?”
Echo snorted, but his lips twitched. “I’m not a newbie.”
“Where’s my dog?” Ice croaked.
“Probably where you left him?” Echo blinked.
Good to know. Seven and Hunter would take very good care of Grit.
“How long have I been out of it?” He sipped at the straw Echo held to his lips.
“It’s been two weeks. We’ve been here for three days.”
“Where’s here?”
“Maldives.”
So that was the reason for the humidity he felt. What he knew of the Maldives was the country was made up of nineteen hundred coral islands.
As far as Ice knew, the island was filled with civil unrest and remained a nesting ground for terrorism. Leave it to an assassin to flee to such a violent place.
Handing back the phone, Ice held Echo’s gaze. He wanted to stay awake and get more answers to other questions, but his body was telling him he needed rest.
His eyes drooped and rolling his head away from Echo, he closed his eyes and slept.
It seemed that sleep and eating small amounts of food was all he was capable of for the next week and a half.
