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“No one knows you’re here.”
“No guarantee on that. You know the way shit is in the camp. There are few secrets, and those rare things that stay hidden will be used against you.”
“Then the less you know, the better, right?”
“No, in this case, the less backup you have—and the more danger I’m in.”
“I don’t need backup.”
“You needed pizzas. And what are you going to do for food tomorrow—”
“I’m going to get it myself. Time for you to go, Mayhem—”
“I know you brought that nurse here.” As Lucan narrowed his eyes, the other prisoner shook his head. “So one of two things is going on. You’re either fucking that female in the robes, or she’s treating someone for you. Since your request didn’t include a dozen red roses, I’m thinking it’s not about dating.”
Lucan leaned in and snatched the water. “Do yourself a favor and stop thinking about me and this house and all the shit that is not going on.”
“You asked me to come here.”
The “asshole” was implied in the tone.
“And now, I’m telling you to get the fuck out.”
For the first time, Mayhem’s eyes flashed with an aggression at odds with his generally yeah-cool-whatever personality.
“You don’t want to go this alone, wolven,” the male said in a low voice as he yanked the water back. “And I’m not talking about whatever the fuck is happening in this sieve of a house. I’m talking about the prison camp. We’re down to three hundred males and females, and the Executioner needs every one of us. You’re allowed to go to Caldwell and make the deals because he’s got you fucked hard if you don’t. That leeway doesn’t go on forever. You’re going to be missed unless someone covers for you, or were you planning on leaving here in less than an hour for check-in?”
“Fuck.” Lucan paced around. “I can’t go yet.”
“Then what are you doing about check-in.” When Lucan didn’t respond, Mayhem held out the plastic jug. “My price is I want to know what the hell is going on. The food and water are free.”
Lucan let his head fall back so he looked up at the shining stars. Then he leveled his stare once again. “Why the hell do you care?”
With a shrug, Mayhem replied, “I don’t have anything better to do. And I haven’t been allowed to watch TV for how long? Your drama is going to be my new favorite show.”
“This is not a fucking game.”
“Didn’t say it was. But I did say you need me and I quoted my price. What do the words cost you.”
Rio’s life, Lucan thought.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
“Excuse me? I’m more like Lucifer.”
“No, you’re more like a toddler.” After a tense glare, Lucan grabbed the jug. “You’re not going down in the cellar. You stay on the first floor.”
As he turned away, Mayhem stuck right on his heel. “Where are your shoes?”
“Not on my feet.”
“I can see that.”
Opening the back door, the two of them stepped into the kitchen—
Mayhem stopped as his nostrils flared. And then he shook his head. “A human. This is about a fucking human?”
At that moment, the cellar door opened and Nadya, the nurse, pulled herself up the last step by the jamb.
Both Mayhem and Lucan jumped forward to help, but she batted them off. And after she caught her breath, she said the one thing Lucan didn’t want to hear.
“We must bring her in. She has had two blows to the head and she needs monitoring. I cannot stay here much longer and you are not going to know what to do for her if she has a seizure.”
Mayhem threw his hands up, went over to the pizza boxes, and flopped the top one open. As he bit into a slice, Lucan cursed.
And cursed some more.
José had just been leaving headquarters, having finished the write-up on the scene at that trap house, when his phone rang. And now he was not on the way home, but heading across town to the urban-most edge of the suburbs.
Home had been the plan, but not the vow. He knew better than to promise his wife anything off-duty related after all these years. It was a good rule of thumb, and one that he was not going to miss when it was no longer an operational imperative.
“Yeah, yeah, I see it.” He switched his cell to his other ear, the one that had always been better at its job. “It’s brick, right? Three stories—yeah, I’m just pulling in now. Yup, there you are.”
Parallel parking his unmarked in between a truck and a minivan, he got out and locked up. His headache, which had been a constant background noise for a good hour or two now, had mysteriously disappeared as soon as he’d answered the call from the captain. Who refused to be known as chief.
