“I want it done quick and quiet. You’re the best.”
“How many children?”
“Why?”
“I’m wondering how painful I can make it,” Ezra growls, and I swallow hard.
“I won’t tell you. He’s had media attention. If you know, you’ll prolong the torture, and you don’t have the time. I can cover the cameras around the area.”
“Send me everything on my other phone.”
“Payment?”
“I’ll do it for free.”
“Sending now.”
“Proof?”
“Yeah. I want to give the families closure.”
“I’ll make sure.” He hangs up the phone.
“I want to go with you,” I say firmly. He stares at me, and I know he doesn’t want to put me in danger. I could stay safely in my home and wait for him. His job doesn’t scare me, but a man who hurts children does. I’m not helpless, and with Ezra on the hunt, I couldn’t be safer. “I’ll listen to your commands. I won’t get in the way, but I want to see him pay.” He glances at my hair.
“Do you have a wig?” He tilts his head, and I nod. “How about a mask?”
Chapter Eight
Rylee
I’m trying not to drool as I watch my mate drive. He changed into a black long-sleeved shirt, black cargo pants, and heavy black boots. I think it’s the black baseball cap that is wreaking havoc with my body. His blonde hair curls under the edge of it and over his ears. It could also be the knives he has strapped to his legs, and the one he tucked into his boot. One hand is on the gearshift, and the other is dangling over the steering wheel.
We arrived at my place, and he told me what to wear. I changed into black jeans and a dark blue shirt. I dug a blonde wig out of my closet that I wore on Halloween, and a half mask. The hair is short, and it took some time to bundle my long hair underneath it. I didn’t question him, and he waited patiently while studying his phone.
“What are we doing?” I’ve kept my silence, following his orders, but I can’t stand it anymore.
“We are tracking him. Shade gave me his last location. He’s going to guide us through surveillance cameras.”
“He was the man on the phone.” I’ve heard the name before.
“He is my friend. Occasionally, he gives me information.”
“Some in the family have mentioned him.” I don’t remember any details.
“He’s very active with the people here. There are several who work for him.”
“But you don’t,” I guess.
“No. I’m an independent contractor. I’ve known him since we were teenagers. He’s important to me, and I rarely do jobs for him. A couple of times, he’s called me for an emergency.” He glances at me briefly. “This is one. The man could be stalking a child now. We can’t let him get them.”
“No, we can’t,” I say softly.
“I don’t have the time to do my usual routine, but we will wait until dark. I need to find the opportunity, with as few people as possible within hearing distance. I agreed to bring you because you said you would follow my orders.” He lifts a brow.
“I will.”
“I know, you’ve been doing so well.” He smiles. “The wig looks sexy, but I miss your hair.”
