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He leaned forward, a serious expression on his face. “I’msure you will, Louisa. I’m also sure there will be several arsekickings in my future. I’ve got a lot on the linehere, and that should tell you how seriously I’m taking this threat. The Jestercould lead me to someone far more dangerous.”
Now they were getting somewhere. “Who are you looking for?”
He sat back, looking like a brat prince once again. “If Icome to trust you, I’ll let you in on the case. I have to convince my partner,though. He doesn’t like your team.”
So Kala probably busted his balls at some point. Literally.
“Could you tell me where we’re going?”
“And ruin the surprise?” He smiled, a secretive expressionthat would get most girls all riled up. He had the kind of good looks thatmeant he could get away with murder.
And that meant he would underestimate her. He would think hecould smile and flirt with her a little and get whatever he wanted.
Men. Wasn’t that what TJ was doing? When she wanted arelationship, it wasn’t time. When he did, she was supposed to fall in line.
“This is all useless. I don’t know anything.” She turnedaway from him. They were close to the airport, as evidenced by the wide, flatfields around them. The Metroplex was huge and filled with thrivingcommunities, but this space around the airport still had some undeveloped land.
All the better to hide a private airfield so assholes couldkidnap nice girls who just wanted to go on a date.
“What did you do to the real Miguel? Please tell me youdidn’t kill him. He was real, right?”
The man shrugged. “He’s perfectly fine. Though likely a bitupset his date stood him up. I sent him to another café. Really, darling, thetwo of you wouldn’t be a good match. I’m much more fun, as you’ll find out.”
A sliding sound caught her attention, the barrier betweenthe front and back seats coming down.
“Vi har sällskap,”the driver said.
That got her captor’s attention. He turned in his seat, lookingout the back. “The Jeep?”
Someone was following them? She twisted to get a look.
The vehicle seemed so familiar.
“De har legatbakom oss,” the driverbegan.
Lou was tired of this shit. “Okay, polyglots, can we get ridof the Finnish or Swedish or whatever you’re speaking? It’s kind of torture.”
“Swedish,” the woman replied, tension in her voice. “I wouldswitch to Romanian but it’s a Slavic language. I would bet a lot that you speakRussian.”
She spoke several languages. Russian. Mandarin. Some Arabic.She was quite good with Spanish. The languages she’d learned had been aboutwork. Russia and China were often their foes, and the Middle East was a part ofthe world that was always ripe for war. The Spanish was because she lived inTexas.
Why would they know Swedish? Did they spy for meatballs?
“They could be going to the airfield,” her captor said.
“No. They’re following us,” the driver insisted.
“Well, they won’t be able to follow us in unless they havethe proper papers.” He pulled his cell. “Yes, we’re almost there and we havethe package with us, but we might have a problem.”
Lou was watching the Jeep. Was that Erin Taggart’s Jeep?
She took a long breath. If Erin was in that Jeep, then theyknew she was in here and in trouble. They wouldn’t allow this limo to make itto the airfield. They wouldn’t risk losing her.
But they would have to wait. They couldn’t do anything inthe city. They wouldn’t risk it on the crowded freeway.
She saw someone moving inside the Jeep and the flash ofmetal in the sunlight.
TJ. TJ was in that Jeep, and he’d come for her. He was goingto do whatever it took to get her back.
