Cassidy’s expression hardens into something deadly.
“How many security guards outside the warehouse?” she inquires.
“Five guards minimum. Maybe more.”
“Are we preparing for them to be heavily armed?”
“Yes, and we should assume the men controlling the livestream to be armed to some extent as well.”
“What about exterior video surveillance?”
“I can hack it from my laptop in the car.”
She absorbs all of it like she’s mentally filing away every possible scenario.
I observe her with the same caution I would to a live grenade.
“Cass.”
Her eyes flick over to mine.
“You don’t have to see what’s inside there tonight,” I tell her with quiet understanding.
A hollow laugh leaves her. “Tyler.” She gestures to the screen. “Women our age are in fucking cages while men pay to destroy them online.”
Her voice drops. “I absolutely need to see what’s inside there.”
The storm outside worsens, thunder coursing through the house making the windows vibrate.
Another message pops up on the screen.
VIP subscribers sending in their requests and the bidding has begun.
Cassidy stares at the words for several long seconds before looking at me again.
There’s nothing but pure hatred left in her demeanor now.
“When do we leave?”
I glance at the clock in the corner of the monitor.
“One hour.”
She pivots for the door without another word, then stops.
“When we get to his house, I want him awake long enough to understand exactly why we came for him.”
She speaks with conviction, every word as sharp as one of her blades.
I finish up with the details and record the coordinates on my phone.
By the time we’re done tonight, the storm outside will look merciful.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Rain pelts down on the SUV as Tyler parks it behind a row of abandoned shipping containers two buildings over.
A black Ford Transit comes into view, about a quarter of a mile further back and I recognize it as one of the rescue crew’s vehicles; Tyler must have sent them a quick text before we left.
