A few seconds later, Sam jumps in. “Damn, it is cold.”
She rubs her arms, shakes her head and beads of water hit my face. “Hey!”
“Sorry.” Grinning, she wipes my face with her forearm. “Want to start with the shelters?”
“Yeah, the weather should force her inside.” Comfortable in silence, we drive toward the city and as we escape the tunnel, my phone pings. “Can you answer it, sugar?”
Grabbing my device, she lowers her eyes to the screen, and her face pales. “It’s a text. It says drop the case or else.”
“Mother-fucking bastards.”
“I’m pinging Jason to see if he can see where the call originated.”
Northbound on the FDR, she shakes her head as she works her thumbs over the screen. “It bounced off cell towers in DC. Do you think it’s the good guys or bad?”
“Both, I suspect. Tomorrow, we should double down. Make sure your uncle Vinny has everyone safe and accounted for.”
While she makes a call, I fume. No one threatens me or my family and gets away with it. I don’t care who you are, how much money you got, or how high you are in the government. There are just some things I do not tolerate.
Jaw clenched, fisting the steering wheel, a plan takes shape in my mind.
