“Dead?” Her uncle smiled back at her. “That’s what I wanted everyone to think. Funny, your boyfriend had the same, surprised look on his face when he woke up. I’d say my death was more than a little believable.”
“Shit,” Derek cursed in her ear. “Is that who I think it is?”
Mac didn’t respond. Her chest heaved with rough, ragged breaths, and her insides trembled with disbelief. She couldn’t seem to do anything more than stare.
This isn’t happening.
Anthony Moretti was supposed to be burning in hell. But he wasn’t. The uncle she’d escaped eleven years ago, the man who was supposed to be nothing more than a pile of ash, was standing right in front of her.
“Mac?” Grant spoke with more force, emphasizing each word to get her attention. “Do you copy?”
Mac blinked.Shit.If she didn’t say something quick, Grant and the others were bound to come in. She couldn’t let that happen. Not until she knew they’d be safe.
“There’s your money.” Mac finally found her voice again. “Take it.”
His lips curled, deepening the lines in his aged face. “After all this time, you’re just going to hand it over?”
“I want to see my partner.”
“Well, then.” Tony made a motion for Paul to pick up the bag. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”
