Killian wasn’t going to get any more out of him. “Thanks for the info. I’ll ask around when I get inside. Can I go in?”
The guard blushed. “Of course, Mr. St. John. Go on through.”
Killian thanked him, his mind already focused on his next moves while he drove past the perimeter erected to contain the crowd.
What the hell was happening? And how was he going to get Dizzie out of there?
Chapter46
“Let me out of here, dammit!”Dizzie pounded against the glass wall. She knew it was useless, but it gave her a focus for her anger.
They’d tossed her in the same cell as before and left a couple of guards. Killian probably had no idea where she was and her hacker had ignored her recent attempts at contact. She was on her own.
She was still innocent. A pawn, maybe, but not a mad bomber. At least this time she had the added bonus of being a Tremaine. Which didn’t mean a damn thing. No one here would believe her, especially not the guards who followed Portia’s commands.
“I didn’t do it!” The guards didn’t even turn around. Could they hear her?
Tremaine had hinted that he’d get her out of this. He was a slick businessman and Dizzie had no reason to trust him. She’d seen the way he treated Portia, the daughter he actually claimed. Dizzie was less than nothing to him.
Who was to say that he wouldn’t let Portia get her revenge and keep Dizzie on ice until he needed her for spare parts?
She slapped her palm against the glass again. “C’mon, guys. Seriously, I didn’t do it.”
Neither budged. Okay, the easy way was out. Now to come up with a real plan, since she was pretty sure Killian wasn’t coming to rescue her again.
She tapped her fingernails against the glass. If this were the movies, her nails would be sharp enough to cut a hole in the glass. Maybe that was possible—if she had time. But not today.
Dizzie paced back and forth in the small space, losing count of the number of times she circled the small room as she tried to find a way out.
She was still pacing when the guards turned toward the glass cube and stood at attention. Then Portia strolled down the corridor outside her cell like she owned the place.
Which she did.
Well, shit. If Portia was here, Tremaine had abandoned Dizzie to the mercy of her long-lost sister.
Portia was her father’s daughter and heir. She’d have no mercy for Dizzie. And maybe she didn’t deserve any for what she’d done. Knowledgeable or not, involved or not, Dizzie’s actions had cost lives. She’d spend the rest of her life trying to make amends, but she had to be alive to do it.
“Dismissed.” Portia paired the word with a wave of her hand.
That sent a shiver of fear up Dizzie’s spine.
“If you’re watching,” she whispered with a glance toward the ceiling, “now would be a great time to help me out.”
Nothing. What had she expected, for the cell doors to fly open?
Fine. On her own.
Again.
Security took their sweet time leaving. They sort of argued with Portia, but Dizzie couldn’t tell if they were more concerned about leaving her alone with Dizzie or leaving Dizzie alone with Portia. She didn’t know if these two answered to Portia or to their father. In either case, they didn’t answer to Dizzie.
All Dizzie had ever wanted was to be free of this company. That dream had never seemed farther away than this moment, when she was bound to it by blood and circumstance.
Portia keyed in a code on the clear glass wall and the door swung open. She stalked into the cell.
Dizzie studied Portia. Surely security wouldn’t leave Portia alone with her with no way to protect herself.
“Now that we’re finally alone, I think it’s time we had a little chat, don’t you?” Portia’s smile was predatory.
