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Cohen: We’re here. Ryker’s being annoying as usual. Nothing to report. Will probably head home tomorrow. Miss you.
My hand hovered over the phone as I debated what to type back. Finally, I knew I needed to play along.
Me: Bummer. Hopefully, you can get some sleep. Miss you too.
It was kind of lame sounding, but I didn’t know what else to put without giving it away that I knew it was Dex. At least I could identify what was real and not, and that wasn’t anywhere close to how Cohen talked. An idea began to build, and I ran over to Milo. He peered over at me as he scrolled through messages.
I reached over to him, selecting the three people’s phones we were monitoring, and just as I expected, a message from Ryker came through.
Ryker: All clear. Will return tomorrow.
“Did all three receive that?” I asked.
Milo shook his head before clearing his throat. “No, Bishop didn’t receive it.”
“Bishop… so he must be our traitor—MKG’s inside man.”
A pit of despair wanted to swallow me whole at the implication. Bishop was Cohen’s friend and had worked at The Order for years with Ryker. He was in his mid-thirties and, from what I gathered, was considered to be upper-management for The Order. It made sense how he had as much information as he did, but it also saddened me. Shaking off my melancholy, I focused on what I needed to do.
“Okay, we can use this. We need to gather a few people we can trust without alerting Bishop until we’re ready for him to leak information.”
“Got it. I’ll work on it while you and Asa find us a way into the compound.”
Kissing his forehead, I walked up front to the smart screen that had the blueprint on it. After a few seconds, I realized I didn’t know what I was doing. It was all just a bunch of blue lines to me.
“Yeah, I can’t read this. Who can we get to help with this?” I asked, looking at Asa. He hung up the phone, joining me.
“Samson has a few people he trusts he will send to scout out the location. I told them the information we knew so far, so they’ll be discrete and see if they can get a drone to fly over to get the layout.” He turned, taking in the blueprint. “As for this, Bishop is the best at deciphering them.”
Grimacing, I shook my head. “Anyone else?”
“What did I miss?”
“I believe he’s the mole. Texts were sent to me and to Sharpe and Anderson, but not Bishop, leaving me to believe he’s the traitor. He wouldn’t need a reassurance text because he knows they’ve been captured.”
“Hmm, well then maybe Caleb or Asher. I can go and get them without causing a scene.”
“Thanks. We must keep what we’re doing quiet for as long as we can. It might be our only advantage.”
Asa nodded before heading out the door, and I went back to my computer. I needed to develop the best tactical plan in the history of strategies and know what security measure I’d be up against. Knowing Dex, it would be a lot.
Cracking my knuckles, I zeroed in on my task, pushing the fear and insecurity away and zoning in on my boss bitch energy. It was time to rumble.
Nineteen
COHEN
Sharp pain radiated through me,and I grimaced as I tried to move. Everything hurt, and I struggled to remember why. We’d been driving and talking when we’d had to take a sharp curve… the chase, collision, and capture ran through my head at top speed, leaving me with a wince.
“Fuck, that hurts,” I wheezed.
A grunt of pain sounded next to me, and I sucked in a breath as I turned my head. Something dripped down my face, obscuring my view. My hands were tied behind me, so I couldn’t move to wipe it out. Blinking, I tried to keep it out of my eyes as I took in what I could. We were in a medical room. Which wasn’t what I’d expected at all. White walls, stainless steel, and a white tiled floor surrounded me.
The sound was a little louder this time, and I recognized it. “Ryker, can you hear me? You awake?”
“Mmm, barely,” he said, his voice pained.
“My memory is fuzzy, but I think we were captured?”
