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Knight
Why did I feel as if I had ripped something out of Kennedy’s heart? That look in her eyes. The pain. A glimpse of betrayal. I denied her. I defied her. I’d beg for her forgiveness when I brought Crew back.
Kimble drove like a bat out of hell once we left the compound.
“Are you going to tell me what the lead is?” I asked. I grabbed the handle over head so I wasn’t thrown into his shoulder when he cut hard right.
“His phone pinged.”
“What? How is that possible?”
“I don’t know. But it’s at the exact spot of the Vieux Carre, so my guess is he was underground and either someone brought him up or his phone. Idiot didn’t check. Could be a trap. Always assume it’s a trap.”
My heart pounded. I kept thinking about what Kennedy said how Crew wasn’t cut out for torture and discomfort. It was best my sister was still asleep when we left the house. One less person to worry while we tracked down what this meant.
“I thought Kennedy controlled the access to the tunnels. How could anyone else get down there?” I asked.
“There are other points of entry outside the Vieux Carre. I check them regularly. Someone with knowledge of the schematics would know, though. Narrows the suspect list.”
“And the shipping activity?” I posed the question, curious as to how much Kimble would reveal.
“We don’t have anything running this week,” he explained. “Tunnels are clear of our contractors.” It wasn’t much, but it was enough to explain that the tunnels ran on a schedule. A schedule Kimble knew. And a schedule some other contractors were privy to.
“What happened to the ping on Crew’s phone? Is it still there?”
He shook his head. “No. It didn’t leave the hotel. But it went dark again. That’s why I think the tunnels are where we start.”
He made an abrupt stop when a woman darted onto the street. He paused.
“You’re going to need this.” He grabbed a gun strapped to his ankle and handed it to me over the consol.
“Thanks.” I checked the safety and made sure it was loaded.
“You know how to use it?” he asked.
I glared at him. “I’m Raphael Corban’s son. Of course, I know how to use a fucking gun.”
“Just don’t point it at me. And don’t shoot in the dark tunnels.”
“Wow. You have a lot of respect for me, don’t you Kimble?” I huffed.
“You get what you earn.”
“I’ve earned your respect,” I fired back. “I’ve done nothing but make sure Kennedy is protected and taken care of. I give her what she needs.”
“Maybe we have different definitions of what she needs.”
I hated when he did that. When he played the familiarty card. Threw out hints and suggestions that he might know her better than I did. I knew that was the plan—to rile me up. To piss me off. I had to push that down and not let it cloud my judgement. We had to trust each other in the tunnels.
We were getting closer to the hotel. He had to drive slower through the city streets.
He maneuvered through the alley behind the hotel. God, I hoped we didn’t run into guests. My profile was more visible after my bail hearing.
Kimble parked. “Follow behind me. I know the quickest way to get to the tunnels. Don’t do anything stupid,” he instructed, pulling his gun from the holster.
I scoffed. “Fine.” An act of defiance at this point, would only put us both in danger, but this bastard deserved to be knocked down a few pegs.
He used a keypad to access an employee service entrance. We slipped inside and made a quick turn for a closet that looked as if it held a freight elevator.
