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Shane looks up at us both and I’m relieved to see his usual look of certainty and control back on his face. “We wait and see where Paul goes and if he stays there or leaves again. It depends on what Liam tells us.”
“So we just wait?” I ask.
“For now.”
So we all sit down and wait for news from Liam, each of us wrestling with our own emotions alone, because to start talking about our fears and our anger would make it all that more real and for now we have to stay focused on finding Jessie. If I think too much about what she might be going through right now, I won’t be able to function, let alone outsmart the Wolf.
Chapter 26
Liam
Ifollow the beat up Range Rover for about eight miles before it stops outside an old farmhouse in Antrim. I park up a few hundred yards down the road as he walks inside the house. Lights go on in the downstairs windows and my heart races as I wonder if Jessie is in there.
I dial Shane’s number and a few seconds later, his voice fills the car.
“Liam?” is all he says.
“I followed him to an old house in Antrim.”
“What? He still has that place? Erin told me he sold it years ago.”
“Well, he’s just walked in there now. Shall I go in after him?”
“No. Just wait and see what he does next.”
“But she could be in there, Shane.”
“I know, but she might not be, and if you go in then you completely blow our cover and we might never find her.”
“I hate sitting here thinking that she could just be a few yards away. Wondering what he might be doing to her, Shane,” I say as emotion wells up in my throat. I am so fucking angry I could tear Paul’s head clean off his shoulders with my bare hands, but I am also terrified. I haven’t been this scared of losing someone since the Russians took Conor two years ago.
“I know, kid. We’ll drive out there now, and then at least one of us can follow him if he leaves. And you can check the house.”
As I’m talking to Shane the light goes off again and I freeze. I watch as the front door opens a few seconds later. “Hang on. He’s leaving.”
“Already?”
“Yeah. He’s got a gas bottle with him.”
“A gas bottle?”
“Yeah. Like the kind we use for a barbecue.”
“Fuck!”
“Do I follow him or do I go inside the house?” I ask as my heart starts racing in my chest.
“Fuck! What does your gut say, kid?” he asks me.
“I think she’s in there, Shane.”
“Wait for him to leave then and go check. If he’s taking a gas bottle to be filled he’ll come back.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Be careful,” he warns.
“I will.”
