He studied her, noticing details he’d missed before. Dark circles marred the skin under her eyes. She looked exhausted.
Dammit. He shouldn’t care.
“They’re coming for the girl.” A not-quite-human voice spoke through his phone.
What the hell?
“Who is this? What girl?” Okay, stupid question.
“If you want answers, get her out of there. They’re watching you. You’re running out of time.” The call ended with an abrupt click.
Killian stared at his phone. The caller ID screen was blank. Not unknown. Not blocked.
Just…nothing. He’d never seen that before.
A chill crawled up his spine.
Chapter9
A tapon the glass made Killian jump. A guard stood in the doorway, watching him closely. “Is there a problem, sir?”
Killian thumbed the phone off and slid it into his pocket. He hoped the cell’s cameras had missed the weirdly blank screen.
He forced a smile and lied. “No, it’s fine.”
Nothing about this situation was fine. He’d barely made it through the worst night of his life. Now he was getting cryptic calls? He was tempted to ignore the warning, but every time he considered it, another shiver of unease ran through him.
“The press looking for a quote.” The ever-present newsies made a perfect scapegoat.
He dismissed the guard with a nod.Scapegoat. An interesting word.
Why was he getting warned that someone was coming for the courier? Who was coming? Had Dizzie been set up? Could he really trust the voice on the phone?
Too many questions and not enough answers. The mysterious phone call roused his curiosity.
Her story about the package made sense. The Tremaine Corporation was a business and a solidly run one, based on the dividends he received. Of course, there would be a process for delivering packages. He could request the records, check her story.
But for a bomb to make it through the system, someone on the inside had to be involved. And Tremaine Security obviously considered her a person of interest.
He shoved his hands through his hair. Fuck! He wanted answers. Justice. Revenge.
Take Dizzie and run.
If she was innocent, he’d be saving her. And if she wasn’t…well, he’d deal with that too.
But run where? And how? Killian had bullied his way into the holding center, but he doubted he’d be able to talk his way out with her.
Two armed guards were the first barrier to getting out of there. They needed a distraction. Or…
Dizzie perched on the edge of the cot, carefully watching him. He dropped into a crouch in front of her. The strained muscles in his hip flared in pain.
“When’s the last time you ate?” She wore the same clothes he’d seen her in at the party and looked as grimy as he felt.
She must have been locked up soon after getting home. The explosion had been hours ago. He hadn’t stopped for food—wouldn’t be able to eat if he did.
Dizzie looked at him warily then shrugged. “I don’t know. Yesterday?”
“Have they fed you?” He spoke quietly, not wanting the guards to overhear his half-assed plan.
