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“She is and she can. Tobias, her fiancé, is here as well.” Just saying that makes me want to grind my teeth.
“Hi, Matteo,” Bellamy says from the backseat.
“Hey, Bellamy. Sounds like you’re having quite a wedding day. I’ll get into it and see if I can find anything out through our network of contacts.”
“Who the fuck is Matteo? Matteo Trentini? Just how good of friends are you with him, Bellamy?” Tobias asks.
“I’m sure Owen will explain that later,” Matteo answers before I can.
I glance at Tobias as I slow down for a light. Irritation radiates from his stiff posture.
“Give me an hour to see what I can find out, Owen. Is this a safe number to reach you at?”
“It is. We’re going to a safe place to come up with a plan. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to deal with Tobias and his opinions as well.”
Tobias glares at me, but if he’s smart, he understands that he has me to thank for keeping Bellamy alive, so he won’t say anything… yet.
“We can go to my place—my headquarters,” Tobias offers from the back seat.
“Is it safe?”
“I’m insulted you think I would suggest a place that isn’t.”
A cell phone rings, and Tobias reaches into his pocket.
“We’re safe. That’s all you need to worry about,” he snaps into the phone.
Tobias glances behind him as the person on the other end of the call speaks.
“Shit. We’ll lose them.”
My senses go on high alert, and I watch for signs of the tail Tobias thinks we have.
He tucks his phone away and puts a hand on Bellamy’s shoulder.
“Get down.”
To me he says, “I assume this thing is armored?”
“Of course it’s bloody-armored.”
Bellamy ducks as much as her dress will allow, and Tobias turns to keep an eye on traffic behind us.
“Do you see them?” I ask as I try to stay focused on the road.
“Fuck. Motorbike. Coming up on us fast.”
Bellamy squeals as I jerk the car into another lane and make a hard right turn. I can’t turn this into a high-speed chase from the movies, but I can’t let that bike catch up to us either.
“Parking structure two blocks ahead. Duck in there.”
“Got it.” I push the gas a little harder.
In the garage, I park between two other SUVs and pull out my phone.
With a few taps, I’m inside the security system for Novak’s resorts in Las Vegas. I built a program for them that will let me tap into cameras all over the world, including London. I find one for our location, and try to find the motorbike.
“Bike turned a block before the garage. Is there another way in here?”
