My SIG will take care of these motherfuckers. It’s right here in my glove compartment, loaded and waiting. I never meant to use it on anyone; I just had it there for protection.
Today, it’ll make me a murderer again when I empty every bullet I have on Elowyn’s kidnappers.
My phone vibrates in the cup holder. A blocked number flashes on my car’s screen.
Cursing under my breath, I accept the call.
“How’d you like your new fireplace, bestie?”
Barclay.
This fucker. He’d been more than my best friend. He’d been my brother. Raw and crazy, sure, but my brother.
While everyone at school had believed their money meant they were better than me, Barclay hadn’t.
I thought he was different.
Now I see it clearly. He’s nothing more than a condescending psychopath.
A soon-to-be dead psychopath.
“Where is she?” I clear the desperation and urgency from my tone. Barclay will smell my fear like a shark. “Where’s Elowyn?”
“You mean, where my sister is? The one you turned into your whore?”
More like I saved her from being used and abused by her brother.
More like I gave her the life she always deserved.
“She’s with you?” I ask.
As soon as the question leaves my mouth, my lungs squeeze. I don’t hear Elowyn. No scream, no garbled sounds of her talking through a gag.
Silence.
That sonofabitch might’ve let one of hisfriendshandle her.
“Barclay,” I bark when he won’t answer. “I asked you a question.”
He cackles. “Calm the fuck down. I got your Juliet, Romeo.” His disdain bleeds through the speakers. “Vic.”
Victor MacQuoid. Jayden’s cousin. The bastard who had blown my cover. Who risked Elowyn’s life. Both of them are in on it, then. Motherfuckers.
At least now I know who I’m up against.
“Let him hear the bitch,” Barclay orders.
“Don’t you call her?—”
“Duncan.Duncan.”
That voice. Her.
“I’m here, baby.” Six exits are all that’s left to get to Cobbledale. Just six more. “I’m right here. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
“Don’t come. Please, don’t?—”
Someone snaps their fingers, and she’s silenced.
