“If you’re sure...”
“I’m sure.”
Thank fuck. I reach for the door handle—
Nik’s hand clamps around my forearm.
“Someone’s coming out.”
I freeze. We both lean forward, eyes locked on theapartment entrance.
“Nik,” I breathe.
“I know.”
It’s him. The guy from the footage. Mr. tall and built. The one who had his fucking hand on Lina. The one who touched her.
My teeth grind so hard my jaw aches.
“I’ll be damned,” Nik mutters.
“You know what this means?” I rasp.
“Lina could be here,” he says, voice taut.
I’m already reaching for the door again.
“We have to get up there.”
Nik clamps my arm tighter.
“Easy,” he says. “We don’t kick in doors blind. We’ll wait for him to come back, and we’ll corner him, on our terms.”
I blow out a harsh breath, tension coiled tight.
“Fine,” I grit out. “We wait.”
Nik nods once, eyes glued to the door.
My fingers drum against my thigh.
Not if.When.
When that bastard comes back, he’s going to tell us where Lina is.
Chapter 24
Lina—4 years ago…
I pound harder on the door, but the music inside drowns me out.
This is bullshit. It’s after midnight on a weekday and my asshole next-door neighbor — who I’ve lived next to for a year and still don’t know the name of — is throwing a rager.
Frustrated,I give up and try the knob. Shockingly, it turns.
I freeze like a deer in headlights as the door swings open into full party chaos. The overhead lights are out. Strobing ones replace them, flashing over bodies crammed wall to wall.
Jesus. I’m sure this is a fire hazard.
