“So now what?” I hiss. “I die?”
He leans a little to his right and points a thumb behind him. I look and find a camera there, angled at me. “Yes, and they want to watch you die first.”
“Before they fuck me.”
“Precisely. All I have to do is turn on the camera.”
“God, I hate you,” I growl out, fighting against my chains. “I hate you so much!”
He twists his lips to the side and says, “Funny how you became a cop to save people, and now you’re the one who needs saving.”
And then he brings the knife to one of my wrists and cuts. I scream out at the fresh pain, and before I can gasp my next breath, he’s slitting the other.
Chapter Forty-One
Feenix Blaylock
Ihold the gun Noll gave me out in front of me as I approach Andre’s boathouse. The lights are on inside, and behind me, people are getting arrested as a swarm of local PD makes the arrests both inside the boathouses and outside on the shore.
“Don’t do anything stupid, Feenix,” Noll murmurs behind me.
I don’t strain my focus by dividing it between him and the lights that are on inside Andre’s boathouse. I don’t know where they’re keeping her; I’ve never been inside before, but I know it’s not going to be with a window facing the dock. Not that I’d be able to tell. All the curtains are drawn.
We round the dock to the back of the house where most have sliding glass doors that overlook the water. I’d rather go in the back than in the front. I’ll shoot my way in if I have to.
Hell, I’d do more than just shoot my way in.
My heart hammers with the desire to kill any and all that are in there because I know damn well who is part of this. It all clicked together perfectly, especially when Miles didn’t answer his phone when the Department called him to coordinate. There was no backup. There was no Miles, and that’s because Miles is part of this.
We round the corner, and at the same time, someone exits the door. His back is turned to us first, but even from behind, I know who it is.
Noll told me he believed that Nathan was still alive. It was in the file – if I had just read the whole thing. I was more consumed with Charlie than I was with learning about someone who may or may not be dead and how that came about. It’s my fault she’s in this mess because I had been so wrapped up in her that I hadn’t thought to look at all the angles.
I couldn’t have foreseen this. I know that. But I could have at least looked at the folder my best friend, my handler, gave me.
And now? Now I might pay dearly for it.
Nathan spins at the sound of my final footfall, and for a second, he has a shocked look on his face. In his hand is a knife, and the blade has a little blood on it. My heartbeat skips for a minute because I know damn well who that blood belongs to.
I raise my gun, fully intending to shoot my way past him and not caring about the consequences, to get to my girl. But Noll’s strong presence behind me keeps my head in the right place.For now.
“I expected to be gone before you came looking for her, Feenix,” Nathan says. His grip on the knife tightens, and I spare it a glance before tuning myself into his body movements.
“Where is she?” I demand.
He nudges his head toward the door. “Inside, but you’re going to be too late.”
“And why is that?” Noll asks.
“Because he has a choice. Either he arrests me, or he saves her.”
“Or I could just kill you and then save her.” My tone is deep and gravelly, dangerous to even my own ears.
“Nix,” Noll warns so softly behind me.
“You won’t kill me,” Nathan says, calling my bluff. “You’ll do things by the book now that you’re back with your pals.”
I stand loosely, but inside, I stiffen, and Nathan must know that because he adds, “No, I didn’t know you were undercover. That’s my fault. I hadn’t figured it out until just now because, although you’re good at keeping your feelings inside, you can’t hide your expression now. Not when your emotions are so raw. Not when my wife is inside, bleeding for profit.”
