Turning in a circle, he made sure no one was behind him, or lurking.
Then, he waited as his phone put through the call.
And that’s when he heard it.
Gene had a specific song for when Ethan called on his phone. He could hear it, and that made Blackhawk want to freak the fuck out.
He shouldn’t be hearing it coming from the dumpster.
Oh, Jesus.
What had happened?
There were no cameras back there to catch anything, so he was going to have to piece this one together on his own.
Jumping off of the concrete dock at the back of the building, Ethan raced for the dumpster, and with a jump, caught the upper lip with his fingers. He pulled himself up so that he could straddle it and look inside.
What he was hoping for wasn’t a dead body.
His lover’s.
Some of the mob men had disappeared, and he’d been too busy talking to Corbin about his wedding plans to keep an eye on them.
Rodrigo and Esmeralda didn’t move, but he couldn’t say the same of the other men.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
As he stared into the dumpster, he saw Gene’s phone lit up. Pulling a pair of gloves from his pocket, he pulled one on and picked up the phone.
There was blood on it, and the screen was cracked from some sort of melee.
Oh, no.
Grabbing it, Ethan knew what had happened. He was willing to bet that the killer came for Gene since they were digging into the investigation.
He was only following his normal plan.
Eliminate the investigator.
Putting Gene’s phone in his pocket, he used his to call Corbin. The man answered in seconds.
“Yo,” he said.
Ethan didn’t give him time to talk.
“Someone took Gene. I found his phone. Get out here now! I need backup.”
That was all he had to hear.
The call went dead, and it was seconds before the man burst through the door and onto the dock.
“What the hell?” he asked.
Ethan pulled his phone from his pocket.
