She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “I know.”
She prayed to God they were right.
Roarke satin the airport near his gate. Another hour until they departed. He’d downloaded a book to his device, but his mind was too mushy to read it.
Wraith sat next to him, the back of his head on the wall and a ball cap pulled over his eyes.
They had a long night ahead. As much as he didn’t want to be away from Laine and Emmy, he’d relish every fucking minute of making Cameron suffer.
He brought his hands together and cracked his knuckles.
A phone rang. Wraith shifted to dig his device out of his pocket. “It’s Viper,” he said to Roarke.
“Is he home now?” Viper lived in Morgantown, West Virginia. Not too far from them, and now that he was home he might want to come to Pittsburgh so they could all leave together when it was time to return to work.
“Yup, he texted earlier when he got there. What’s up?” Wraith directed the last part into the phone as he answered.
Wraith was silent a minute. “No shit.”
Roarke tensed. “What?”
“Here, tell Rogue.” Wraith passed him the phone, his eyes clouded with something Roarke couldn’t place.
He pressed the device to his ear. “Yeah?”
“I can’t get a read on the location of Cameron’s phone. As of yesterday, he was in Iraq. But now the towers there aren’t picking him up.”
Roarke’s stomach acid curdled. He lifted his gaze to the clock on the screen at his gate. Boarding was in fifteen minutes. If Cameron had changed course and was on his way here, getting on the plane would be the worst thing Roarke could do.
“You’ve got nothing on him?”
“It’s a dead read. He could have changed devices. Not sure how he’d know I was keeping tabs on him. Or?—”
“Or he’s on his way here,” Roarke finished, sighing. “Call us back if you hear anything.” He hung up and passed the phone back to Wraith.
“Wha’dya think?” Wraith asked, his Scottish accent gravelly with concern.
Roarke rubbed his brow, his attention fixated on the damn clock. “I’ve gotta call Striker.”
Wraith nodded. “Look at it this way—if he’s here or on his way, there’s no way he’ll find her.”
Roarke scoffed as he took out his phone. “We don’t know what he’s capable of.”
Hitting the call icon to dial Striker, Roarke stood and began pacing the checkered carpet.
Indecision split him in two.
Chapter
Twenty
Laine snuggled closer to Emmy but couldn’t sleep. Pipes groaned from inside the walls and the quiet drone of a TV show traveled down the hall. Still, that’s not what kept her awake. Maybe it was the knowledge that Roarke was gone. That he might not return.
That Emmy had finally met him, the only man who held a small part of Laine’s brother and could help keep his memory alive. If he didn’t return, she’d never forgive herself.
Oh, Ollie. What do I do?
It was too late to stop Roarke from going after Cameron. But if he came back in one piece, they’d need to have a serious discussion about their relationship.
