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He cocked his head at me and smirked.
“Just because you’ve been alone all this time doesn’t mean you have to stay that way,” he said and laughed.
“What are you, a mind reader now too?”
“The Trista Whisperer, remember.”
Jersey was going to hate this man.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
trista
I answered the call from Memphis without even fully opening my eyes. I put it on speaker and just laid it on the pillow beside my head.
“I know where Jersey is,” she said, without waiting for me to say anything. I heard Utah spring to life from the other bed at the sound of her voice. I raised my head up just enough to glance at the time on my phone and groaned at the sight of the three and the realization that it was still very much the middle of the night.
“How?” Utah asked.
“You’re in the same room?” Indy asked.
“Focus,” Utah said. “How’d you find him?”
“That tracking device that I handed off to him in Tennessee. It was offline for almost the entire duration of him having it. I just assumed they found it and took it. But it started transmitting again a little before they did the live broadcast. I hadn’t checked the rest of the day because it hadn’t been working anyway and that live shit was…distracting. But it’s still transmitting now even.”
“And you don’t think they turned it back on just to see if it would draw you to them?” Utah asked.
“We responded to them earlier today,” Indy said. “Told them the girls were going to start driving that way and to just give us an address to meet them, so they’d stop torturing New Jersey. Hopefully, anyway. If the tracker was intended to be a trap, I imagine they would’ve turned it off by now because they wouldn’t think they’d need it. I think it’s him somehow.”
“Or someone helping him,” Memphis added. “Either way, the address that they gave us doesn’t match where the device is transmitting from.”
Utah sighed hard and swung his legs over the side of his bed to sit up. I watched his silhouette in the darkness while he rubbed his hands over his face.
“What’s the plan?” Indy asked.
Utah laughed. “Aren’t you guys supposed to tell me what to do?”
“I don’t know that I trust myself to think through this one objectively,” Memphis said.
Utah sighed again at her admission and got out of the bed to start pacing around the little room.
“What if we were to let them think that Utah picked us up somewhere in between? He decided he wanted this bounty for himself, so he went for it?” I asked.
“What address did they give you?” Utah asked.
Memphis read it off to us and I gagged on her words.
“That’s his house,” I choked out. “That’s just where Nate lives.”
“I can’t imagine he’d want just any Executioner knowing where he lives,” Utah said. “The contract for you came with a different drop point. Indy could get in touch with them. Tell them we’re taking you somewhere else in Philadelphia. That way we can keep to our original plan without the added risk of them wondering why the girls would disagree with just going to the President’s house on their own.”
“Doesn’t really sound any crazier than any other idea we’ve had lately,” I said and sat up myself to watch Utah keep pacing.
“Find everything you can about wherever that tracker is transmitting from, Indy,” Utah said. “I want to know everything there is to know about the place before I ever set foot near it.”
“You got it, hoss.”
“Sorry, guys. Try to go back to sleep,” Memphis said before she ended the call. Utah and I both chuckled. I watched him go for the laptop that he’d left out on the dresser across the room, so I flipped on the lamp that sat on the table between our beds.
