“What the hell? No internet for me to use? But there is internet for someone else to use?”
“Jenkins and I have to stay connected, but for your safety, you’re not.”
“For my safety? What the hell am I going to do with the internet to jeopardize my safety?”
“If you’re logged on somewhere or contact someone, you could be traced. The Ghost is one of the best hackers in the world, and he’s worked for Sergei and Yegor in the past. We can’t risk him getting a lock on you.”
“This is insane! Where’s my phone?”
“You won’t need it while you’re here.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t just take my phone from me!”
“We already did.”
“I want it back!”
“You’ll get it back when we go back to New York.”
“Motherfucker,” I hiss. “So, I’m in what, like, a tropical prison for the foreseeable future?”
Jenkins grimaces. “Basically.” His face morphs, trying for a hopeful expression. “But it’s a very nice tropical prison.”
I roll my eyes.
“And no one knows we’re here.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“Except Camila and Asher, no,” Flores responds.
“Has Asher contacted my mother, my coworkers? I know I wasn’t working much lately, but people are going to ask questions if I just disappear.”
“He’s contacted them. The story is that you’re on a much-needed tropical vacation and Asher works in New York Monday through Friday and joins you here on the weekends.”
“IsAsher going to fly here on the weekends?”
“No,” Jenkins answers. “It was risky enough taking the jet to the next country over and driving our way here. We can’t leave any trails.”
“We flew to a different country and then drove here? How long have I been asleep?”
“Two days.”
“What the hell?” I glance down at my hand and notice a bandage on the back. I rip the bandage off to find a tiny red scab. “Did I have an IV with drugs to keep me asleep?”
Now Flores looks uneasy. “The IV also kept you hydrated and nourished with vitamins.”
“You fucking assholes!”
“Mr. Langford is the one who arranged it. We just carted you here.”
“Why didn’t he just ask me to leave? Why drug me?”
“Would you have complied?” Jenkins asks. When I don’t answer, he gives a small, self-satisfied smile. “You would have refused. This was the only way.”
Damn Asher and hisact now and ask for permission laterways. “I’m going to kill him.”
Flores snorts. “Good luck with that.”
“And you two are okay with this? You agreed to this?”
