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“Send it to me. Now.”
Voices echoed in the background.
“The others want to join you,” Nolan explained, his voice muffled and rushed as if he were trying to hide his words from the rest.
“Tell them to stay put,” Finn said firmly. “I don’t need any dead weight.”
“We heard that!” Joana screamed.
Finn grimaced and turned his headpiece volume lower.
“I’ll notify the police, guys. How about that?” Nolan murmured.
He could only imagine the scathing looks Joana, Carrie and Sky were shooting his way.
Finn heard the sound of wrestling and the whoosh of static.
A moment passed.
Suddenly, Carrie’s voice screeched over the line. “Remember that conversation we had in the car earlier when I wasn’t so sure about you killing Kross?”
“Yes.” Finn sped into a quiet suburban street, his eyes on the bridge just ahead. “What about it.”
“I take it back. Pop a cap up his—”
“I think what Carrie’s trying to say,” Sky’s voice took over the line, “is do everything you can to get Jewel out of there. We’re not going to judge you.”
“So… then maybe I shouldn’t call the police?” Nolan asked hesitantly.
“Not until I say so.” Finn pressed his foot on the gas pedal.
“Good luck.”
He nodded and hung up.
If his pulse wasn’t racing and his heart wasn’t beating in his ears and drowning out every other sound, he would have let out a whoop of victory.
But he didn’t.
They’d gotten a read on Jewel, but who knew what he’d meet when he got there? Things could still go south. He had to stay on top of his game to make sure both he and Jewel got out of there alive.
33
Kross stopped the car before a wooden shed deep in the heart of the Belizean brush.
Well, he didn’t really ‘stop’ the car. They’d run out of gas a few moments ago and he’d let the vehicle roll along on its own inertia until the shed came into sight.
Jewel felt strangely calm as she stared outside her window. Tonight had been a rollercoaster of emotions—fear, rage, regret, pain. She was totally spent. All she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and go to sleep.
“We’re here,” Kross said.
She glanced at the cabin. It looked shabby and broken down, quite similar to the shanty she called home. Except this cabin was two stories and had a small shed at the back.
“Where is ‘here’?”
Kross looked at her, white smile gleaming in the darkness. “It’s the Holding Zone. It’s where Dad used to hide the women he’d sell on the black market.” At Jewel’s gasp of horror, Kross’s smile widened. “I’m not looking so bad now, huh?”
She chose not to comment.
