“About an hour from here on the highway,” Bobby says. “But she’s not in Parker’s limo, she’s at a rest stop. In a men’s room, it looks like—”
“What?” I try to jerk my legs sideways to stand. Nothing moves. “Who’s she with? Parker?”
Bobby hammers on the keyboard. “I don’t think so. Another guy.”
“Show him,” Eli demands. “If he’s one of Parker’s men, Adriano might recognize him.”
Bobby almost drops his laptop bringing it over to me. I sit up straighter, feeling my rib scrape. “The meds are wearing off.”
“We’ll top you off at Velvet House,” Doc says. “Focus.”
The back of a huge blond man is hustling through a truck stop.
“Dunno,” I say. “Could be anyone.”
“Look harder,” Eli demands.
I squint just as the blond turns and looks right into the camera. “I know him. He works for Parker.”
Bobby lets out a breath. “What’s his name?”
“No name. He was the one who hit me.” I gesture at my broken nose.
None of the guys say anything, but I feel their secondhand embarrassment. Still, I don’t have the right to pride, not while January’s missing. “He’s alone,” I say. “Why’s he alone with her?”
“Maybe she needed the restroom?” Bobby says.
“The men’s restroom?”
“Shit,” Doc snatches up the laptop. “Dolph Lundgren’s not taking her to Parker’s limo. He’s got his own car.”
“Maybe it’s part of the plan,” Bobby says. “A decoy ride?”
“No way. Look at him. Look at how freaked out he is and he’s dragging January’s arm. He’s taking her.”
“Anotherabduction?” Eli says. “How is that even—Doc, what are you doing?”
Doc tosses the laptop onto my bed and heads to the door. “We know where she is. We know who she’s with. I’m leaving.”
“We need a plan,” Eli says.
“So come up with one while I’m driving. January’s already been double abducted by some Russian boxer. I’m not gonna waste time sitting around.”
“No, you’re going to cowboy your way into an early grave.”
I unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth. “Let him go. We need someone after her.”
“You,” Eli glares at me. “You lost the right to contribute the moment you took that girl.”
“So, kill me once she’s back,” I say. “Bobby and Doc can go out together and you can focus on—”
A sickening wave rolls up my body and I fall back into the pillow.
“…passing out…” Bobby says.
“…call the goddamn doctor…”
My eyes scrape open. A man is floating over me. Not a man I know. I try to swat him, but my arms are like logs.
