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I spun to face him as the nightmare sensation tightened its grip. “What? No! No, he’s not right!”
Philip took a step toward me, hand extended and eyes on mine as if trying to calm a wild horse. “Angel, relax,” he said, then, louder, “Brian, I have this. We’ll call you back.”
I fought the urge to drop the phone and flee. “I’m not the insider,” I insisted. “I didn’t leak info. I swear!”
Philip gently took the phone from me, closed it and slipped it into a pocket. “Angel, it’s okay,” he said, tone soothing, but then he shifted his attention to Andrew, crouched and pulled the gag and blindfold from the man. “And he saw no need to tell us.”
The word “baffled” probably had my picture next to it in the dictionary. “Huh?”
Philip straightened, put his hands on my shoulders, then leaned in close to whisper in my ear. “You’re bugged.”
I jerked in shock and drew back to meet his eyes. “How?” I finally managed to get out.
“I think I was a party to it,” he said, voice going dark and dangerous. “Wasn’t I, Saber?”
I spun toward Andrew and saw the glowering expression of a man who’s been caught doing something really sneaky. Realization smacked me like a shovel to the face, and I slapped my hand over the crook of my left arm. “Shit!”
“The boat launch parking lot,” Philip said. He took my wrist and pulled gently to straighten my arm.
My distress shifted to white hot fury. A few months ago, back when Philip was still undercover, he and some Saberton goons attacked me at the Tucker Point boat launch then held me down while a tech took blood samples from me. At one point the needle had felt like a ball point pen being shoved into my arm . . .
We’d never been able to figure out why they’d taken blood and then simply let me go. But now it all made sense. It was brilliant. I had to hand it to them. A lot of information got dropped in my presence, and all they had to do was wait for the perfect moment.
My lips pulled back from my teeth. “Get. It. Out.”
Face set, Philip palpated my arm and finally paused with his thumb over a spot a couple of inches below my elbow on my inner forearm. “I think this is it.” Philip flicked open a folding knife, met my eyes briefly, then made a careful slice through the skin. I clenched my jaw as the pain burned up my arm before receding. “Sorry,” he murmured as he carefully worked his fingers into the gash. “I don’t want to risk cutting any blood vessels, low as we are on brains.”
“It’s cool,” I reassured him, then glowered at Andrew. “Y’all heard everything?”
He paled, but I decided it was more at the sight of Philip digging in my forearm than because of my accusation.
“That’s how you knew we were at your apartment,” I continued, pissed, then exhaled in relief as Philip withdrew a slim plastic and metal tube about an inch long and about an eighth of an inch wide. Cripes, no wonder my arm had been itching and bothering me so much.
Philip dropped it to the floor and ground it beneath his heel. I turned to Andrew and enjoyed his wary frown as I untied his tie and pulled it free of his neck. His eyes widened with shock and dismay as I proceeded to wrap the silk around the gash in my arm.
“That’s an Ermenegildo Zegna!” he sputtered.
“And now it’s a Band-Aid,” I snapped. “How come you didn’t have people waiting at your apartment for us when we broke in?”
He pulled his gaze away from the ruined tie, scowled. “It was intermittent at best after you went to the bar and got into that fight. The audio reduced to bits and snatches, and the tracker ceased working completely.”
I quickly turned away and put a hand over my mouth to hold back a slightly hysterical laugh. The stun gun. That stupid stun gun had partially fried
the bug and saved our asses.
After taking a few deep breaths to get myself under control, I took the phone back from Philip then walked a short distance down the tunnel before calling Brian back.
“It’s out and dead,” I said as soon as he answered.
“Good.” He exhaled. “I’m sorry. I should have screened you for anything unusual after that incident with Saberton, even for a piece of lint stuck to your shirt.”
“I hate that I was the cause of all of this crap.”
“You weren’t,” he told me firmly. “Saberton played a good hand. Anyway, now that we have that settled we need to join up and figure out our next step.”
“Yeah. Stuff with Philip and me is getting worse, and it would be darn awesome if Dr. Nikas could do something about it.” I sucked in a breath. “I almost forgot to tell you! We have one of the Saberton security guards here. Weird as shit—he stumbled right up and collapsed.”
“And no one has ended him yet?” Brian asked with dangerous calm.
