“Location is off,” I managed.
“Good, but I’ll still turn power down and get you a new SIM.”
The pain reached a new level as I was half dragged and half carried over the yard. It was like having my innardstwisted into tight knots and then set alight. “Ah fucking hell…” I moaned.
“Sorry, mate,” Dalton said. “But stay with us okay, keep talking to us.”
“Yeah…I’ll try.”
The dogs were going wild, but for me, their barking was fading fast. The pain was sharp and deep and all-consuming. Sucking me in, taking me with it. A warm blackness that was so tempting to slip into.
I’d been shot.
I was dying.
“Fuck, stay with us, Mitch.” Dalton’s voice, almost a whisper, as though he was underwater and floating away.
“Drive fast,” Andrew said.
“I will.”
The blackness took hold, and the last thing I saw in my mind’s eye was Amy’s smiling face.
Chapter Fifteen
Amy
I paced the apartment holding my phone. Mitch was supposed to be here by now for breakfast after his night shift. He’d said he would be, and he always did what he said he’d do.
I was cross.
I was worried.
I was confused.
The buzzer sounded on my intercom system. “Oh, thank goodness.” I raced to it. “You’re here, good, come up.”
“Amy.”
“Becca?” I peered at the screen.
My best friend stood there with one of her boyfriends. I wasn’t sure which, the twins were so similar to me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Can we come up?”
“Sure?” I let them in then rushed to open the apartment door. As I waited for them to climb the two flights of stairs, a sense of dread gripped me.
Why were they here?
Where was Mitch?
“What’s going on?” I demanded. “Mitch was supposed to be coming straight from work.”
Becca took my arm and led me into the apartment. “Let’s sit down. Cillian and I need to speak to you.”
“Speak to me about what?” I looked from her to Cillian. “Is it Mitch?”
