As he hangs up, a chill runs down my spine.
Jumping in Hunt’s sedan, I burn rubber.
Dear God, let me be in time.
Chapter 34
Briana
What was I thinking? I never should’ve left Kade with the killer. If he’s dead, it’s on me.
Tears well as sunlight glares off windshields. Vacation homes and motels blur past, their signs flickering at the edges of my vision. Swallowing hard, I swipe my sleeve across my wet face and put the truck in park.
Toughen up, buttercup. There’ll be time to mourn later.Mumbles must die.
Kade stashed his S&R pack behind the driver’s seat, along with the drone. I drag both onto the grass and tear through his gear searching for the control app.
The notepad’s locked—of course. Probably password-protected. Another hurdle. Shit. The screen blinks at me. But… others on his team must use the drone too, right?
He’d make it memorable or—
I flip the tablet over.
No way.
Taped to the bottom?
S3arch@ndR3scu3
Yes!
In my head, I hear Kade’s voice:“Way to go, Flygirl.”
Soon, the hovercraft buzzes as it climbs into the clear blue sky. Once it disappears, I wipe the sweat from my brow. Next step—find a weapon. It doesn’t take long to find a pistol under the spare tire.
Ready.
Bootstrings tight, I shrug on his knapsack and climb like my life depends on it—because it does.
The thick canopy muffles my footsteps, my heartbeat, my breath. Halfway up the hill, a dart whizzes past and lodges in the tree.
Shit.How the hell did Carmine beat me here? I only stopped for a second.
I hit the dirt, inhale fresh pine needles, and crab-crawl into the thick pines.
A second dart pins my jacket to the ground—missing flesh by a millimeter.
Maybe, if he thinks he hit me, he’ll drop his guard.
Time to flip the script.
“Fuck! You said the game would start where we left off. Not fair. We’re not there yet.”
“New game, sweetheart.”
Wait—what? That voice. It’s not Mumbles… but familiar.
Think, Bree. Think.
