I absorbed this bit of information. “He knew Brady was in trouble.”
“He knew?” Carlo’s brows went up. “You told him, and he understood?”
I met his gaze. “Yeah. I asked for his help, and he understood me.”
Brady’s fingers squeezed my hand. My heart skipped a beat, and my gaze flew up to his face.
“Brady?”
His eyelids fluttered open, and then his dark eyes focused on me. “Indigo.”
A sob broke from my throat. “I’m here.”
Lloyd pushed back his seat. “Let’s give them some space.”
The door slammed open, and Thomas skidded in, almost falling over in his haste.
“What the fuck, Carmichael?” Carlo said.
Thomas took a deep breath. “They’re back,” he gasped.
“What?” Lloyd asked.
“Venerick and Harmon. They’re back.”
To be continued…
