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“Smoke grenades?”
“Check.”
“First-aid kits?”
“Check.”
“Bulletproof vests?”
“Check.”
“That’s the last of the list,” Wells said.
“Good, then we can get everything on the yacht and the speed boat. When are Garcia and Mendez supposed to be back with those?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I have no idea where the refueling station is from here or how long that takes,” Wells said with a shoulder shrug.
“Have you talked to Abby since she went to her room to work on the case?” Wells asked.
“No, I haven’t. I figured I’d give her some space. She was pretty upset by the whole thing.”
“I can imagine. That’s like us being forced to capture and arrest a defected soldier or something,” he commented.
“Yeah, glad we were never put in that position. It’d be weird to capture one of our own.”
“I don’t envy her. Can you check in and see if she needs any equipment for tonight? I’d rather be safe than sorry. I threw in a ski mask in case she doesn’t want her face seen, since she has to stay in the clear and all.”
“That’s a good idea, man. Thanks.”
“No problem, let me know what she says,” he told me as I opened the door.
“Will do. Keep your phone on you.”
I exited the room and walked down the hall to Abby’s room and knocked on the door. I waited for a moment, and there was no answer. Was she asleep or in the shower? If she was in the shower, I might just have to show her how much I appreciated her not inviting me.
I started to get hard just thinking about her naked body under the steaming hot water.
I reached into my wallet and pulled out the spare room key I swiped when she wasn’t looking. She didn’t know I had it. I wasn’t above stealing if it meant I had access to her any time I needed it. In fact, I couldn’t see her being too angry about the swiped card. She would have probably done the same thing.
I opened the door after the lock beeped and lit up green. I entered the room and felt a little confused. The bed was made, her laptop sat on the desk, and the room was quiet. I went over to the bathroom and opened the door. It was empty.
She wasn’t in the room, and she would have texted me to let me know she was going down to the lobby. I had a feeling she wasn’t even in the building any more.
“What the fuck, Abby…”
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
abby
Ihovered over Bob’s contact in my phone, took a deep breath, and hit the call button. Four rings later, he picked up.
“Hey, kiddo, how’s it going?” he asked.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “It was going great until I figured out that your suspicions were right,” I told him. I couldn’t be any more vague in case he was somewhere he couldn’t talk or we could be overheard.
“Hold on, let me get somewhere secure,” he said.
Two minutes later, I heard a car door slam.
