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Solange sauntered out onto the patio, two champagne glasses in hand. “News?”
He took the drink and sipped. “I know where Devlin Moore is going to be. We need to get rid of our guests and send a team.” There were several human CEOs he’d wanted to do business with for some time waiting for him inside, but this was more important.
Her dark red nails clutched the sleeve of his suit. She licked her lips. “It’s finally time.”
“Yes, my dear.” He raised his glass in salute. “It’s finally time for us to get our due.”
Chapter Twenty
“I need to stop.” Zoe huffed as they turned a corner. They weren’t exactly running but had been moving at a fast clip for about fifteen minutes. Another man was dead. It had all happened so fast. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to it. Wasn’t sure she wanted to.
That he’d taken his own life had been the most shocking part. She’d glimpsed his determination and fear seconds before he’d done it.
Devlin had been quiet since they’d left, no doubt berating himself for not stopping Jacobs in time. His gaze was always moving, searching every shadow, every person for some sign of a threat. He was on hyperalert. Not walking but prowling. A predator bent on hunting down prey. People got out of their way as they passed.
“We have to keep moving. I don’t trust some of the pack not to come after us.”
He was right, of course. Jacobs would have friends. Even if they were angry at his betrayal, they’d hold her and Devlin responsible for having a part in his death. They were outsiders.
If he thought for one second it might be too much for her emotionally or physically, he’d find a place to stash her—no matter how much she objected—and take his chances alone.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself, wishing the truck was closer. They’d parked outside the boundary of what the pack considered their part of the city. Who knew there was so much politics involved when dealing with wolves?
“Where does Jacobs live?” she asked when they stopped at a light.
“Not far.”
Made sense that he and other pack members would live inside their territory. “Then why are we headed back to the truck?” She tugged on his hand, finally getting him to look at her. “We need to go there. Damn it,” she swore when he hesitated. “Where is it?”
He checked the GPS on his phone. “Three streets over.”
“We need answers. The longer we wait, the bigger the chance someone else will get there ahead of us, potentially destroying evidence.”
He hesitated and then turned left. “You’re right. It can’t wait. I should never have brought you with me.”
“You had no choice.” The flat tone of his voice bothered her.
“There’s always a choice.”
Grabbing his arm, she tugged him out of the flow of foot traffic. “And the correct one is for us to stay together. Remember? Don’t try to ditch me.” His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed and began to glow. “You promised.”
Her intuition was screaming that something incredibly bad would happen if they parted. Maybe it was fear talking, but it went deeper. If she believed he’d be safer without her, she’d be the first one to suck it up and hunker down somewhere until he finished interrogating the alphas.
The light in his eyes slowly died. “Fuck!” He dragged his fingers through his hair.
His frustration mirrored hers. “I get it. I do. It sucks Jacobs killed himself rather than talk to us, but that confirms how dangerous the people behind all this are.”
“Let’s get going.” He gave a low growl. “It’s not safe to be standing around chitchatting.”
A chill went through her. How did the saying go? It was like someone had walked over her grave. She prayed it wasn’t a portent. The short break had helped slow her heart rate and she was no longer gasping like she’d run a marathon. She forced herself to pay attention to her surroundings. There was no telling when or how their enemy would strike next.
“Do you think we’ll find anything at Jacobs’s apartment?” It was a crapshoot. “Wouldn’t he be careful not to leave any evidence?”
“If he was smart. But if he was smart, he never would’ve betrayed his alpha and pack.”
He had a point. They slowed as they neared the address in question. It was a step down from hers. The neighborhood had seen better days, but there were signs here and there—a freshly swept stoop, a colorful mural adorning a wall, bright red flowers in a planter—that hope hadn’t abandoned them. Several groups of young men sat or hung out in front of other buildings, their eyes suspicious, their demeanor not exactly welcoming.
“Are they—”
