Since his partner had gone AWOL, it appeared that Gene was back on wrangling duty, but this time to wherever Ethan had roamed off to hide.
Because he’d been in a very dark and bad place in his head, he’d tried to get back on a flight last night, but every flight had been full.
Of course, they were.
Oh, and when he’d planned on driving from DC toPhillyto get to Gabriel Rothschild, there had been pushback on that plan.
As in his babysitter wouldn’t let him.
Greyson refused to let him drive anywhere.
Apparently, pain meds and driving were a no-go for Greyson. Instead, he’d shoved his ass into his car and drove himback to the condo where he was going to be held hostage until morning.
That was the same condo where Gene called Ethan about five thousand times to leave voicemails and check to see if he was okay—only to be ignored.
And that didn’t make him happier.
Not.
At.
All.
It made him angry that all of his calls went right to his voicemail box, and not to the man himself.
Due to that, Gene had spent the night panicking over what might be going on.
Oh, and he prayed a lot, putting on a freaking rosary too. That said it all.
He was terrified.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t annoyed and angry at the man who did this.
Or should he say men?
At Ethan.
At Gabe.
At Greyson.
That was never a good thing. It made him a bitch to deal with, and deal with they all would.
When he’d tried to sneak out, Greyson did something so dirty and underhanded to him that it was appalling. He stole his wallet, keys, and badge.
Then, he doubled down and called Alice to come help him manage the hostage situation.
Yeah, he did him dirty, and it was crystal clear that Greyson was an asshole.
When Alice showed up, she tagged in, and Gene had been forced to stay in his condo with Alice sitting in a chair in front of the door.
To.
Block.
Him.
In.
