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So far, everything is going to plan. I’ve been waiting at the bar on the ground floor of the Royal Duchess for hours. Ivy has a habit of arriving early, and we’re not taking any chances this time.
As a team, we had to choose who was going where. While I was adamant about heading to the Killers Club base, Freddie insisted I go to the meeting location to meet Ivy in order to keep the act going. Meeting an assassin alone isn’t ideal, so I have a trick up my sleeve…
As if by magic, the paparazzi appear outside the hotel, pointing their cameras in my direction. It’s the first time I’ve been happy to see the vultures. I’m not heading into a trap without the chance to document every second.
Good luck trying to kill me in front of the nation, Killers Club.
I drain my pint. The booze doesn’t numb the strange prickling sensation across my skin that I’ve had since learning the truth about Ivy. How could I have been stupid enough to fall for a woman who wanted to kill me?
I loosen my tie. The bulletproof vest underneath my suit is extremely uncomfortable, yet I can’t be too careful.
“Any sign of her yet?” Freddie’s voice comes through my microscopic earpiece.
Although I’m not at the Killers Club location, I’ll hear everything that goes down in real-time. I pick up my phone to make answering more inconspicuous.
“Nothing,” I reply. “You?”
“Nothi—” Freddie cuts off.
“What is it?” I ask, gripping my glass tighter and scanning the room for anything unusual. “What’s happening?”
A group of women look in my direction, giggling and whispering behind their hands. They know who I am, but are they secretly Killers Club agents, too? Everyone I look at now falls under suspicion. After being tricked once, how could I ever trust anyone again?
“Two people are leaving,” Freddie says. “The blonde and the boss. No sign of Ivy.”
“Interesting,” I ponder.
There’s still time for Ivy to meet me unless her cronies are coming in her place.
“They’re getting into the car,” Freddie says. “You’ll be able to track it from your phone.”
Callen planted trackers under every car on the street earlier today. It won’t be long until the Killers Club finds it, but hopefully long enough for us to monitor their movements in the present.
“Aw, looks like there’s trouble in paradise,” Callen says. “They’re arguing from the looks of it. The big guy looks like he needs to bust a nut.”
Freddie hisses something in the background. I can’t hear what he’s saying, though I reckon he’s telling Callen to stay focused. Everyone knows not to mess with a wasp’s nest, and they’re heading straight into a swarm.
“It’s approximately a twenty-minute drive for them to get to you in current traffic, Seb,” Freddie says.
“They’re cutting it fine,” I say. “I’m starting to feel like I’m being stood up.”
“That’d be a change, pretty boy,” Callen teases.
“Keep us updated,” Freddie says. “Remember, Ivy might be coming from somewhere else.”
“Don’t worry, boss,” I say. “I’ve got everything covered.”
“We’ll see you on the other side,” Callen says. I picture him bouncing with excitement. He gets hyped up during any job when there is a prospect of violence.
They need to make sure Ivy’s colleagues are far enough away before they break into the house. If other agents are on the inside, anything could greet them when they blast open the door…
CHAPTER44
CALLEN
“How much longer?” I whinge, as each second drags on.
I crack my neck from side to side, making the bones click. I want to start smashing shit.
