That was the only explanation.
So, like any good partner, he needed to follow and see what is going on.
“I’ll be right back, Corbin,” Blackhawk said. “Stay here and wait for us.”
The other man was having a good time. He was halfway through his rum drink, and feeling good.
Damn good.
“Sure thing, EJ,” he said, smiling at his boyfriend as he was thinking about their wedding and how to plan it.
As Ethan headed out, he walked right past the table of mob men, and a few of them had gone for the night.
He hoped Gene didn’t do anything crazy.
Was his partner talking to them?
Without backup?
That didn’t sound like a good plan, and Ethan knew Gene wasn’t one to be careless. That just wasn’t how he rolled.
As he found the bathroom, no one was in it.
Gene wasn’t using the facilities, and now, he was even more confused.
So, he stopped his waitress who was bringing out food to serve at her tables.
“Excuse me, but did you see the man I was with?” he asked, curiously.
She nodded.
“He was taking a phone call outside. I saw him making a call as he walked out the back exit,” she stated.
Oh, well, okay.
That worked for him.
Maybe he was just talking to Greyson and got tied up in the call. There was likely some evidence that had come in.
It was a good thing he’d come out.
Pushing the door open, he exited, and much to his surprise, Gene wasNOTthere.
He wasn’t taking a call.
What the hell was this?
Moving around, he tried to see if he’d gone around the building, or was off near the dumpsters, but he wasn’t.
Pulling out his phone, he started dialing his number, and now, he was getting that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
This.
Felt.
Off.
His sixth sense was screaming, and Ethan lived or died by that sense. This was the same feeling he’d had when he’d gotten into his Mustang atSyn, and had been taken.
