Bryson nodded, even though Eric couldn’t see him.
“We need to go now, Bryson. It’s a four-hour drive. Try not to stop. We will see you there,” Eric said before hanging up.
Bryson punched the dash in front of him. His chest throbbed.
“Turn around, Kay. Everyone is fine, but we can’t see them until Vega’s. I’ll explain on the way,” Bryson said, dialing his sister’s number.
CHAPTER 23
POLANCO
The highway ribboned beneath them, mile after mile stretching into what felt like forever. Adria and Seth rode in the back seat as Eric drove.
Seth had his head on a swivel; Eric’s gaze was glued to the side mirror, and even Adria couldn’t let a minute pass without scanning the horizon.
They had come out of the altercation with minor cuts and scrapes, but Adria was acutely aware of how close of a call it was.
Eric had managed to turn off five of them, and Seth had killed one and fought another. The team wore bullet-proof vests, and Seth’s second shot had been at the body, resulting in a scuffle and Seth’s broken lip.
The energy in the car was tense. Seth’s leg bounced nervously, and Eric’s usual banter was rendered mute. Even Adria felt nervous.
It was the separation.
She kept in contact with Bryson’s convoy via text, but not being able to see each other was killing her.
Looking at her phone, rage simmered within her.
She typed out a text.
Adria: I know it was you.
Maxim: Adria? Is that you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. Did you make it to Sinaloa?
Adria: Don’t pretend you don’t know.
Maxim: Know what?
Adria: Our names were on the Triune’s list before we even landed. And the trouble last night had to be you.
Adria hadn’t wanted to use them, but Maxim’s fake names were the only alternative identities they had. It was a calculated risk. But now that they had been attacked there was no way around it. Maxim had sold them out.
Maxim: 8 dead in Mexico City, that you?
Adria: Maybe. You know anything about how they found us?
Maxim: No.
Adria stared at the phone. He was really going to keep up this ruse.
Maxim: If you’re going to South America, there is something you should know.
Adria: You better hope I never see you again.
Maxim: Adria, it wasn’t me.
The phone rang. Maxim’s name flashed on the caller ID, and Adria pushed it to voicemail.
Maxim: Just give me 5min.
