“No, she went to D.C. to see her boss in the hospital, and she’s not answering her phone,” I pause to send Tatiana the farm coordinates, then get the car in motion. “You got a bead on her?”
Tatiana clicks away. “Hmm.”
“That a good hmm, or a bad one?”
“It’s not great,” Tatiana hums again. “Her phone is at her home in the D.C. burbs, but there’s another problem.”
My stomach lurches. “Tell me.”
“Neighbors reported gunshots at that address.”
“Give them to me,” I steer the car toward D.C.
“She’s not there,” Tatiana warns. “Police are on scene and found no one.”
I slam on the brakes. “No one?”
“Nobodies, either,” Tatiana assures me. “I’m pulling up the traffic cameras in the area. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
“I need more than luck today, Tatiana.”
She thankfully says nothing else, and I turn the car toward Evelyn’s house. “I’m headed to load up on weapons, T. Get me a location like your life depends on it.”
I hang up the phone.
The drive to Ev’s house passes in a blur. I mentally kick myself for the fight Cat, and I had this morning and promise to make it up to my Kitten when I see her again. And I will see her again. We still have unfinished business.
I skid to a stop in the driveway of Ev’s house. She’s out the door a second later. “What’s wrong?”
“Need weapons,” I pass by her and head into the guest house.
Most people would likely put their cache of weapons in a basement. But that doesn’t help you if you’re on the second floor of your house and need to arm yourself against a threat quickly.
That’s why I built a false back into the primary bedroom closet and stuffed it with my favorite firearms.
I stalk through the bedroom but pause when something winks at me on the nightstand. I move closer to find Cat’s Archangel Michael necklace.
Shit.
She never goes anywhere without it, and I pushed her to rush out of the house this morning. Now, she’s god-knows-whereunprotected.
The blood roars in my veins.
I say a quick prayer that she can hang in there, and put the medallion around my neck, clasp it tight, and kiss it for luck.
Chapter 38
“Rueage Central is to the left of Back The Fuck Off City.”
-Cat
The car hits another bump, causing my body to crash down onto my injured shoulder. When I get out of this car, that motherfucker in the driver’s seat is going to rue the day he messed with me.
Rue. The. Fucking. Day.
But first, I need to get myself out of this predicament.
Goon NumberWho The Fuck Knowsat this point because they all look the same to me was waiting in my condo, gun drawn. Grunted something about taking me to see the boss.
