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The bastard hadn’t even changed clothes.
The bottoms of his black pants were ruined with mud. His perfect white shirt was splattered and smeared with blood. He looked fucking ridiculous. I swallowed a flare of gratitude as the engine of the four-wheel drive started and we pulled away from the grungy bar with a screech of tires.
Wind buffeted my eyes and flicked my hair.
I glanced away from Finley, remembering the force he’d been when their Sikorsky touched back down and they raced out from under the rotor blades. Anna had been quiet, too fucking quiet. But instead of standing around wringing her hands and crying like the others, she demanded to be shown to the control room…and to be sent a copy of the ransom video.
Finley seemed to think she could somehow find Kat. That she was some genius with hacking and code. I swallowed the heavy feeling of desperation. I didn’t know anything about that. I knew violence. I knew fists. I knew the glint of fear in a piece of shit’s eyes when I knew he was lying.
“Yeah,” Logan muttered into his mic as he handled the Jeep around decrepit buildings and along filthy streets. "He’s fine.”
I glanced out into the night, knowing exactly who he spoke to. My dad had stopped calling my cell, finally getting the hint after I ignored his calls for the last three hours. Hell, I ignored all their fucking calls, except the Commander’s. His I took, but only because I was desperate for news…any news,good or bad. I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the weight of exhaustion.But, please, for the love of God, let there be good news.
Logan’s voice drifted as we hit bump after bump and turned, making our way to another fucking hovel where the seedy bastards who stabbed you in the back while they snatched your wallet hung out. Fuck, I felt tainted just touching them, but when the Jeep skidded to a stop outside yet another fucking dive, I was the first one out of the vehicle, hauling myself out until my boots hit the ground, and charging toward the blaring lights and the sound of raucous laughter.
They were nothing to me.
A means to get to her.
A way to take back what was mine.
I tore through the place, my gaze searching, finding the biggest, baddest motherfucker and strode toward him with the image of those men in the boat in my hand while the rest of my team fanned out, finding anyone who might have information. If bribery didn’t work, then there was always fury.
Dive after dive.
Man after man.
Threats after questioning.
Still, no one knew the two men in the boat.
And when the sun rose in the distance, I slumped forward, resting my forehead on the back of the driver’s seat in front of me. Thirty-two hours until Logan’s special forces team got here. Thirty-two until there were more of us. “Take me to the next one, Logan.”
“I can’t,” he replied, steering the Jeep toward the faint sparkling lights in the distance. “There’s nothing open, not anymore, Laz. Not for a few hours.”
I just nodded. Spent. Exhausted. Filled with grief.
He drove us somewhere. I neither knew where we were heading, or cared. When we pulled up at a gleaming apartment building that reminded me of the Park Hyatt Hotel, he killed the engine.
“Where the fuck are we?” I growled as he climbed out.
“Some place where we can rest, now get the fuck out, Laz, or I’ll throw you over my damn shoulder.”
I just glared at the savage bastard as he climbed out and rounded the rear of the four-wheel drive, snatched a pack from the back, and headed toward the massive automatic doors. I had no choice but to follow when the others did.
The concierge just nodded, then looked away as we passed and headed to the massive elevator. He tried to keep himself busy, sneaking a glance as we strode inside before the doors closed. In the reflection of the doors, I saw what we looked like.
Wraiths.
Bloodied.
Merciless.
Haunted.
The doors opened at the penthouse suite. Logan strode toward the massive black double doors and punched a code into the keypad, watching as the light blinked from red to green.
We were inside in an instant, striding through the luxurious home filled with black and silver. “Whose place is this?”
