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It’s a business card with a phone number and the initials AT on it.
“That’s not much to go on. Does she have any enemies that we should know about?” I hang my head.
“No. But I apparently do. I’m afraid this is all about me. We found a card with a phone number. I believe it belongs to Armin Turan.” Someone in that room listening to me whistles.
“How are you involved with him?” Abel’s tune has changed to one of accusation.
Jared raises an eyebrow at me. He must have heard that question.
“I’m technically engaged to his daughter.” Curses ring out, causing me to take the phone away from my ear.
“How quickly can you get back to Reno?” I think that was Asher’s voice talking.
“Sixteen hours, sir.” I clear my throat, knowing I’ll have to speed and drive straight through.
“Fuck that, I’ll send a helicopter for you,” Abel says at the same time Asher replies.
“I’ll meet you there.” The phone goes dead, and I look at Jared.
“I’ll go pack.” I nod as my phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number.
D B Smith Memorial Heliport, ninety-minute - Abel
Thank you.
Don’t thank me until after you see Bear and Wolf. Stay armed.
We jog back to the house, and I stay outside while Jared runs in to get his shit. I dial the number on the card and grind my teeth when it rings several times before he answers.
“Good evening, Malachi. You seem to have lost something valuable tonight. Would you like to know how to get it back?” The female voice shocks me.
“Soraya,” she laughs at my confusion, and my anger spikes.
“Did you think Father would allow you not to honor our contract?” She clicks her tongue as if she’s speaking to a naughty child.
“Where is she?” I hiss as Jared comes back out with a duffel bag in hand.
“Safe and will remain that way as long as you follow our directions. I’ll be in touch. See you soon.” I squeeze the cell phone so hard the screen starts to crack.
“FOXY!” I yell out, and she comes running from the woods, where she’s still searching for Aspen.
I bend down on one knee and rub her head.
“Will find her.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
SPARROW
The helicopter ridemade me queasy, and by the time we landed, I was on the verge of puking my guts up. Several men greet us at the airstrip, and they look more like a militia than security-like, their shirts claim.
The number of SUVs worries me since it’s only three of us, but when Soraya climbs out of the last one in line, the math starts to make sense. She comes up to her father and kisses his cheek. She sneers at me and turns her back without a word.
I’m shoved to the back of one of the large vehicles, and I panic, thinking they’re going to place me in the truck space. But when the tailgate opens, my word falls out from under me.
I’m quickly gagged, and tied up, then a sack is put over my head. All before being lifted and placed with the supplies to subdue me have been kept. The tailgate closes softly, but it’s the loudest sound I’ve ever heard.
I can feel my pulse in my throat as the car starts to move, and that queasy feeling returns with a vengeance. I try to breathe through it, but I can’t seem to get enough air through the fabric over my head.
