I pulled in a deep breath. That’s when that thunderstorm scent reached me. They’d passed right by here.
Using instincts that had made me the Reaper, I moved swiftly through the machinery and the workbenches.
“Boilers and water treatment are ahead,” Nash said.
Where the fuck was Dean he taking her?“I thought he’d be trying to get her out of the casino.”
Nash’s brows drew together. “Only way out of here is the loading dock at the back.”
I touched my ear. “Alessio, Rafe, get to the loading dock.”
“On our way,” Alessio replied.
This didn’t feel right. Dean had a plan, I was sure of it.
I strode through the space, keeping my shoes quiet on the concrete. I walked past a door marked Water Treatment, then stopped.
I looked back.
On the frame of the door, I saw a smudge of red.
Red lipstick.
My little bird had left me a sign. I yanked the door open and heard the drone of equipment. There were several large wastewater tanks, and pipes running along the walls and ceiling.
I brought my gun up and entered.
The others were behind me, but I barely paid any attention. I rounded some tanks, then I cursed.
“Crap,” Landon muttered.
There was a sewer manhole in the floor and it was open. I peered down into the darkness.
“Fucking hell.” Nash’s voice was tight. “He’s taken her into the sewers.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I dropped down into the manhole.
CHAPTER 37
LARK
Istumbled again, trying to slow Dean down. Trying to find my moment to attack.
“Keep moving.” He yanked on my arm.
The large sewer tunnel smelled bad, and the only light was from his flashlight.
We splashed through ankle-deep puddles. I didnotwant to know what was in that. I heard the steady drip of water echoing from somewhere.
“Where are we going?”
He jammed the knife against my side a little deeper. “Shut up.”
“You look ridiculous in that outfit.”
He’d ditched the jackal mask, but was still wearing his black outfit and bronze collar. The sleeveless showed off muscular arms. He was in decent shape.
