Grayson pulled back just a bit. “Guess you should head to the truck,” he said, his words ghosting over Reece’s lips.
Reece exhaled. “Guess I should.”
He stepped back, eyes on the tall figure at the railing. He wasn’t going to name the feeling flooding his chest, but it was fair to say he’d burn the fucking world to keep Grayson safe.
Literally.
And that was exactly why they had to part.
Reece turned away and found the stairs. He hurried down them, heading for the car deck.
But as he stepped into the lounge area to cut through it, he abruptly stopped short. He could practically taste the anxiety, unease and irritation coming off the other passengers. His gaze darted around the full lounge in confusion.
The intercom chimed again, and this time, a new voice came on. “This is your porter. We’ve gotten reports of a disturbance near downtown. There will be a delay as we ask everyone to remain on board the ferry until we’re advised that it’s safe for passengers to disembark.”
Safe?
Around him, the passengers burst into nervous chatter. Reece needed to know what was happening—needed his phone. He took off at a run, darting down the stairs to the car deck. Beyond the open front of the ferry, downtown loomed bigger than ever. They’d be docking at the pier in minutes.
He yanked open the truck’s door and grabbed his phone, booting it up. “Son of a bitch,” he said out loud as his text messages exploded. He quickly scanned the most recent text from Alex.
Alex:Charles Stone has trapped 10 empaths in a suite at Lumen Field. He doesn’t know Cora and I are with them.
Alex:We’re going to make sure he’s sorry
Reece jabbed the icon for his internet browser.
BREAKING NEWS: CHAOS AT LUMEN FIELD
Reece swore again. He had to join Alex and Cora at Lumen Field.
And he obviously couldn’t bring the Dead Man.
The front of the ferry was pulling up to the dock, the car ramp lowering into place. They’d be held here until it was safe to disembark, but Grayson wasn’t exactly going to wait around. Their pier was only a fifteen-minute walk from Lumen Field.
Reece looked around the car deck, then up to the high ceiling above him. He took a deep breath, reaching for the tumult of feelings inside him.
Those hundreds of people he hadn’t thralled were still on the ferry. Maybe Reece couldn’t stop Grayson from running for the stadium.
But he could sure as hell slow him down.
I think one of these companies, Metallic Tailors, doesn’t exist.
My dad had friends on the BOD that I think will help me dig for details, but Charles Stone has a lot of power, and I don’t want you or your friends caught in the fallout.
Thanks for being there for me. It means more than you know.
Jamey stared at Gretel’s note, left on the now-empty dining table. The couch was likewise empty, her things gone along with her BMW.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said out loud, as if Gretel could hear her.
After taking on Kosler the night before, Jamey had knocked him out. Then, with still no word from Grayson and no idea what to do, she’d packed up everything on the kitchen table and taken Kosler to the Stone Solutions hospital in Kirkland. She’d come home and fallen into a deep enough sleep that she hadn’t heard Gretel sneak out.
She could grudgingly admire Gretel for trying to protect them by leaving, but Jamey was certain she could speak for the whole house in saying they had no intention of abandoning her to Charles Stone and his twisted empire.
Jamey was going to call her and straighten this out right now. But as she snatched up her phone, it began to ring. Jamey took in the caller ID, eyebrows going up. After a moment, she answered. “Lieutenant Parson?”
She hadn’t talked to Parson since the day Stensby’s police cruiser had been found smashed up by Lake Sammamish.
