I can’t hear anything over the drone of the hotel guests, staff, firefighters, and nosy nobodies. There must be a hundred people wandering these grounds.
I scan the crowd. The building. I don’t spot any fire. I no longer smell smoke either.
Brody finally replies with a question. “How far out is he?”
“Kruschev?” I raise a brow. “Once we have coordinates, he’s as good as ours.”
Brody raises a finger.
I want to break that digit off. But something tells me to give him a second.
Also, I don’t have use of my hands at the moment. A minor detail.
And then he’s off the phone and sprinting.
I follow suit, toward a sweet Escalade squealing out of the parking garage on two wheels.
Now I really need to be in the loop. Mob to mob, Maeve’s brother knows this. “Brody, talk to me.”
“Shut up a second. I’m thinking!”
He’s lucky I don’t pummel him.
When we reach his ride, he pivots to me, his cell limp in his hand. “They’ve got Maeve.”
No.
No, no,no!
I grunt as I wrestle with the zip ties. These must be some extra heavy-duty kind, because in the past, I’ve snapped regularones in a heartbeat. The plastic digs in, cutting flesh until blood trickles over my skin. “Get these things off me.”
Brody flashes his knife. “Turn around.”
I obey, my mind reeling, red clouding my vision. I can’t believe those assholes.
Howdarethey?
As soon as I’m free, I whirl back around. “What are you doing? We have to go!”
He’s playing on his fucking phone while the Russian mob has Maeve.
“Here.” He passes the device to me. “It has directions. We think we know where she is, or at least where they’re taking her. You get Maeve, and we’ll get Doyle.”
My enemy unlocked his phone, which contains all his secrets, and placed it in the palm of my hand.
Damn. This is bad.
“I need a?—”
“Derek, get out.” Brody gestures to his SUV.
I hop in and slam the door.
Dots of sweat blossom across Brody’s forehead as he grips the ledge of the open window. “Bring her back safe.”
I don’t hesitate, not even long enough to nod. He knows that goes without question, or he wouldn’t have left her life in my hands.
I punch the Escalade into reverse.
