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“My mom.” Echo turned and gazed toward the dark shoreline that was just visible via the lights from the house.
Kicking himself in the ass for not remembering that Echo more than likely didn’t know who his dad was, he held Echo close, listening to the sound of the waves.
Memories from Echo’s past had to be painful and he vowed to bite his tongue for now.
And his rage built.
“Hello?”
Ice smiled when Dave picked up on the first ring even though his call had to have come through as an unknown number.
“Dave. I’m safe.”
“Damn it! How the hell could you wait two months to call me?” Dave shouted.
“It’s been nine weeks.”
“Are you fucking kidding me!”
Ice had to pull the phone away from his ear that time. He pressed it close again.
“Calm down,” Ice heard someone tell Dave.
“Fuck off!” Dave snarled at whomever that had been and then drew in a deep breath. “Where are you?”
“Don’t you want to know what happened?” Ice asked, easing back in his lounge chair.
The sun was bright the following afternoon and he could hear Echo in the kitchen making sandwiches. It was after midnight where Dave was at, but Ice knew the man wouldn’t be sleeping and probably hadn’t slept much since he’d disappeared. He’d wanted to call sooner, but they didn’t risk using phones. Plus, he’d been in no condition during those earlier weeks…so his hands had been kind of tied.
“I already know what happened. Solomon told me.” Dave gave another deep sounding sigh.
How the fuck did Solomon know what happened? Was it like he’d thought? Had Solomon set them up? What about the job to take out the trafficker, had that been bogus? And the phone call with the robotic voice, had that come from Solomon too? He mulled over something in his head—Solomon had been the man from Echo’s past and he’d bet money that the guy wanted him dead.
“What did he say?” Ice asked calmly.
“I can’t tell you over the line, you know this isn’t secure,” Dave said with a heavy sigh. “How’s Echo?”
“He’s good.”
“And you can’t say where you are?”
“No. I’m sorry. The lines are not secure,” Ice said, using Dave’s line.
“Who’s that?” Echo said around a mouthful of sandwich. The assassin sat down in the chair next to him and placed a large plate of cut ham and cheese sandwiches on the small nearby table that sat between them.
“It’s Dave. He said that Solomon filled him in on what happened,” Ice said.
Echo’s eyes widened and then narrowed to slits in his handsome face, and Ice snorted when Echo snatched the phone from his hand.
“Hi Dave. You want to know the real story? Find Justice,” Echo said and hung up the phone.
“You just hung up on the SecDef,” Ice pointed out.
“Former.”
Chuckling, Ice grabbed a sandwich just as his phone rang.
“Did he just hang up on me!” Dave shouted into Ice’s ear.
