“Remind Bodie of that when this is all over.”
“We’ll have his back. In the meantime…”
Sloane leaned in from the rear seat. “Any chance you know where we’re headed?”
Dalton sighed. “Buck’s calling Tierney. Said something about her having a safehouse. All off-grid. Limited access points. He’ll text us the coordinates once he’s sweet talked her into having the three of you.”
“The three of us?”
“We can’t all go to ground. Buck’ll run security while Nick’s trying not to bleed. Tierney seems to trust him the most. In the meantime, we’ll communicate via a secure connection. Get to the bottom of this because they’ve made it personal.”
Sloane gazed at Nick, nodded toward Dalton.
Nick shifted, tried to find a position that didn’t shoot pain down his thigh. “About that… Sloane uncovered…”
Lights.
Swinging in behind them, the beams closing in fast.
Nick stared behind at the vehicles, the truth cutting through him. He focused on Sloane. “Is it too soon to yell that the sky’s falling?”
Because they hadn’t escaped. They’d just changed cages.
