But I can't turn back.Can't stay.Not when we finally have a location on that fuck.
I swing onto my bike and kick her to life.The engine roars, drowning out the noise in my head.But not the image of Enya's face.Not the way her hands clutched my cut like she could hold me there through sheer force of will.
My phone rings as I pull out of the car park.Rush.
I answer through the helmet comm."Yeah."
"We've got him."Rush's voice is tight, controlled."Cowboy tracked him to the Liffey Industrial Estate.East side."
My pulse kicks up."How sure?"
"Hundred percent.Raptor's got eyes on him right now.He's been circling Enya's street for days.From what Raptor says, the fucker’s been taking photos.”
Cold rage floods through me.Not hot.Not explosive.Just cold and focused and lethal.
"I'm on my way."
"Tank."Rush's voice drops."Pyro says you get first crack at him.But we're all going.This isn't a solo mission."
"I know."
"Do you?Because you sound like you're about to do something stupid."
"I'm not doing anything stupid.I'm ending this."
Silence on the other end.I hear a deep breath before he speaks."Alright.We'll be waiting."
I hang up and twist the throttle harder than I need to.The bike screams through Dublin streets.
Declan Murphy has been planning something.Watching her.Following her.Taking photos.Making notes.
He was going to take her.
Take Warren.
The thought makes me want to tear the world apart with my bare hands.
Not happening.Never fucking happening.
The industrial estate is exactly what I expected.Abandoned warehouses with broken windows.The kind of place where bad things happen and no one asks questions.
Perfect.
I pull up beside Rush's bike.Cowboy's truck.Raptor's car.They're here.Waiting.
I kill the engine, swing off, and find them standing in the shadows near the largest warehouse.Pyro's there too, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
"He's inside," Raptor says quietly."North entrance.Been in there about twenty minutes.Haven't seen anyone else."
"He alone?"I ask.
"Looks like it."
Pyro steps forward and looks at me."This is your call, Tank.You want him, he's yours.We're backup.Nothing more."
I nod, unable to speak.Throat too tight.
"But, Tank," Pyro's voice drops, goes serious, "you understand what this means?What you're about to do?"
