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Harry disconnected the call. His heart was thundering, his blood pressure through the roof. He was so fucking mad. And scared. And helpless. He felt sick with worry, and his pulse pounded in his ears.
It took him a second to realise that muted buzzing noise wasn’t inside his head.
It was a phone.
Harry dropped to his knees and pulled the bed covers up... and there was Asher’s phone under the bed.What the hell?
Harry had to reach for it, but it stopped buzzing just as he got to see the screen. It was Four.
The screen went black, and of course Asher had his phone locked. It was a six number code that Harry had no hope of guessing. Knowing Asher, it’d be six presses of the number four.
Harry tried it.
It wasn’t it. He couldn’t risk locking the phone completely, so he didn’t try again. Harry briefly wondered who he could find in Muscat to unlock it. Probably any fifteen-year-old could do it. He picked up his phone and began searching the internet. Surely there was a video on YouTube...
Asher’s phone buzzed again with an incoming call from Four. Harry hit Answer.
“Where are you, Asher?” Four asked, his voice deep and clipped with worry. “You were a no show at the ship.”
“It’s Harry. They took him. The two Australian guys who were following us. Theytookhim.”
“What?” There was a beat of silence before Harry could hear a flurry of clicking on a keyboard. “Who? When?”
“I don’t know. Ten minutes ago, maybe fifteen, twenty. The woman next door saw them. Said it was a white van. They had my accent. It’s gotta be them.” Harry was talking fast, panicking, but so relieved. He sat on the end of the bed. “I called Parrish. My handler. He told me he sent them. I told him I wanted a location. I gave him ten minutes, but I doubt he’ll call. I need to find him. I don’t think you understand. I’m going to find those motherfuckers, and if they’ve hurt him, I swear to god, I will—”
“You called Parrish?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” Four said. “That’s good. It means he would have called someone after. I can follow his call network—” There was more tapping.
“He left his guns behind,” Harry said, “and the stupid mints that he likes. I knew something was wrong. His phone was under the bed. The screen is locked. I couldn’t call you.” Harry subconsciously flipped the lid on the tin of mints. “Oh my god,” he mumbled.
“What?” Four said, alarmed.
Harry could have laughed. He scrubbed his hand over his face. “The USB. It’s in the tin of mints. He would have left it behind deliberately.”
Four made a breathy sound, a bit like relief. “He’s a smart man.”
“I need to find him. Please.” Harry didn’t care if he sounded emotional. Hewasemotional.
“Okay, I’m running some triangulations. Parrish made a call after yours to a number in Sydney. It lasted twenty-two seconds. But then he called a different number, location... Oman.”
Harry was on his feet. “Where?”
“It’s coming, hang on... Whoever he called is still moving. We have to assume they have Asher, or they know who does. What I need you to do, Harry, is stay calm, think rationally. You need to do this right. I’m going to send you the location. You need to get your ass there, right now. Steal a car if you have to. You need to get him, bring him back.”
“I will.”
“And Harry?”
“Yes?”
“Make them pay. No one hurts him, ever,” he whispered. “Don’t just kill them. Make them beg for death.”
Harry smiled. Maybe Four wasn’t so bad after all. “Oh, I plan to.”
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