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“Am I, Zak? I thought I was smarter too, but Rogers always seems to be one fucking step ahead. Now he has Star. And Maria and Smithy too.” The reality of the situation crushes me for a second, and I willing let it. I want to remember this feeling while I destroy Rogers. This will be my fuel.
“Breathe. Think. Be smarter, Rox.” Zak tells me, and I let his words twists around my emotions. I let them suffocate the paralysing ones, the ones full of fear for Star and the others, and I let them feed my hate and anger and my need for revenge and justice.
I use the twenty minutes it takes for Mitch to call back to think about where Rogers would go and what his next move will be.
Mitch confirms that the house is empty, as is the one next door that Rogers’ spies were using, but Connor was unconscious in the back garden.
We discuss the possibility of calling Noah but decide against it because none of us really know if he’s gone rogue or not.
“If only…” I look at my phone and can feel the eyes of Maddox and Zak on me, then I open the software that Smithy gave me to locate Tommy. I put in Smithy’s number and watch as the icon in the centre spins and spins. It seems to take forever, but within a couple of minutes the map loads and the little red dot flashes on the screen. It’s more exact this time because Smithy has obviously set up to share his location.
“I found Smithy. According to this he’s at the safe house,” I tell them, none in the least convinced it’s true. If anything, it’s just his phone that they’ve left purposely for us in case we track him, as we have done. And this is even more obvious when we try to track Star and Maria’s phones with no luck and that’s because they both go straight to voicemail making them unable to trace.
“Well that’s bullshit,” Zak says.
“Yeah, it is. We can’t leave here without the tail following us and tipping Rogers off that we are on the move unless we get rid of him first.” I look out across the garden and to the left where I can just make out the main road. A little way up is a car, a black car, like the one that was following us. Without a word, I head inside and upstairs to the front bedroom, which looks out over the main road and the woodland across the street.
Scanning the tree line, I search for whoever followed us. I miss him the first time, but on my second pass, I see a flash of movement and home in on it. I feel someone behind me a second before hands grasp my hips.
“You see him?” I ask Maddox, who is looking over my shoulder out the window.
“I fucking see him.”
“Good. You think you can take him out from here?”
“Stupid fucking question, Roxanne. But I have a better idea. Stay here,” he tells me, tone firm, then he disappears.
I look back out the window to the guy across the road. I watch him as he lights a cigarette, seeing no sign of Maddox. Then as he takes another drag of his cigarette and blows out the smoke, I see the shadow behind him.
I step closer to the window, and as though he’s seen me here, the guy looks up. And for a moment our eyes meet, a smile on his face, like the jokes on me, but then the joke is on him. His smile vanishes as quick as it came, turning to a grimace as Maddox takes hold of his forehead, pulling his head back further before slicing across his neck. Maddox drops him to the ground, then crouches to check his pockets.
I jog downstairs to greet him as he comes through the front door carrying the guy’s wallet, car keys and phone.
He looks to me, and I can see he’s waiting for my reaction to him killing a man. If he was expecting me to be shocked or disgusted, then he’s out of luck because that was so fucking hot. Stepping forward, I reach up, wrapping one arm around his neck, and let my kiss do the talking.
Stepping back into the kitchen, Zak is standing there with a wide grin and Kavanagh is scowling and looking at his phone, then he starts laughing.
We all look at him, and I ask, “What’s so funny?”
He simply hands the phone to me. It’s open to a video that’s just finished playing, and I press the screen to play it again.
Maddox and Zak watch over my shoulder as a convoy of police cars pull up to a warehouse and surround the place. It looks like it’s been taken using a bodycam on one of the cops.
Taking up positions and surrounding the warehouse, we watch as they smash through the door, only to be greeted by a big sign that says ‘Better Luck Next Time’ and then a dozen or more pops can be heard as they are all showered in confetti.
I hear a voice I recognise as my DCI shouting then he walks toward the person recording.
“What the fuck is this, Hughes?”
I raise my brows as I realise the person recording is that bitch Hughes.
“Sorry, sir. I don’t know what happened.”
“Obviously your source fucked up. Get cleaned up and get back to the station. Then I suggest you find your source and sort this mess out.”
“Yes, sir,” she states angrily.
Then the video ends and we all look to Kavanagh, who is still silently chuckling to himself.
