Boyfriend. My stomach flips. Wow. I have a partner. That’s… big. “He’s good. Sleeping.”
“Good. How’re you?”
“I’m fine. Listen. I need you to track Kairo. You still have the tracking on his phone?”
Her amusement is evident in her answer. “I do.”
“Good. He was here earlier, and I want to make sure he leaves the city.”
“It seems he’s already in the air since he’s moving at over five hundred miles an hour.”
At least he took my threat seriously. That’s something. I’m not sure I have it in me to kill my brother. Even if that brother is Kairo. But right now, I want him to think I’m just that unfeeling.
“Heading toward Chicago?”
“Seems that way.”
“Good to hear. Now talk to me about the shooting in which I disappeared. Were there specific targets? Other injured?”
“No to specific targets that we can figure out. Their ammunition is hunting grade, so they were there to cause serious damage and pain. There were three hits, none of which were hit to kill. Theywantedsurvivors. They wanted their targets to hurt.”
I press my lips together. Though I’m unsurprised, it irritates me. “What else?”
“Three weapons were shot. I’m not sure whether it’s intentional, but two were hitting nowhere near where there were pedestrians. They were shooting for effect. It should also be noted that the bullets used in these weapons were what you’d expect when aimed at another human.”
“So one shooter was intending to hit targets, but not for the kill.”
“Yes. Maximum damage.”
Sighing, I shake my head. “Tell me you have a name.”
“I have the names of about a third involved in that day.
“I need the name of the man who shot people.”
“I’m working on it, boss.”
“Should I ask Voss to get involved?”
“Not yet,” Nori says. “I’ll let you know if I need more invasive procedures than I’m capable of. But right now, I’m learning a lot. I’m tracking names and movement. I’m okay.”
“Keep me apprised.”
“Of course. Are you planning to kill that man yourself?”
“I am.”
“Can I be present?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I know the other two he shot. One will never walk again.”
Chills race over my body. “Was that his goal?” I wonder.
“I don’t know. Will your boyfriend walk?”
“He will.”
