“Thank God. But listen, Gallo’s the reason I’m calling. I think I might know where he’s taking Allison. But you need to hurry, because I also know why.”
“Hang on.”
Liam put the call on hold long enough to hurriedly sign a refusal to treat. As the medics begrudgingly left the scene, Christian smoothed things over with the detective on scene. Working for Delta Team came with a lot of perks.
One was the relationship the team had with the local PD.
Looking down, he realized the front of his shirt was soaked with his blood. With a curse, he shifted gears and rushing back to his room. He talked to the Seattle detective during the lightning-fast change.
“Okay, I’m back,” he told Knox. “You said you know where Gallo’s taking her?”
“I just texted you the address.”
Within seconds, his phone notified him of the incoming text.
“Got it.” Liam returned to the other comment Knox had made. “You also said you know his motive. Does that mean there’s more to all this than his need to control?”
“A lot more,” Knox drawled. “As in two million dollars more.”
“He kidnapped his wife for money?” Liam frowned. “That doesn’t make any damn sense.”
“It does when the guy took out a life insurance policy on her six months ago,” the man on the phone shared. “She dies, he gets it all.”
Liam dropped the phone onto the mattress, careful not to tear off the bandage the medics had taped to his forehead as he stretched a clean T-shirt over his aching head. Pulling the hem down over his abs, he grabbed his cell and made his way back to his team.
“That doesn’t make sense,” he pointed out. “Gallo’s a wealthy guy. Why would he need?—”
“Same reason as the security guard. Debt.”
Gallo was in debt?
“I didn’t notice anything unusual when I ran his finacials.”
“Because the people the man owes don’t exactly take checks,” Knox quipped. “After we got off the phone earlier, Borelli continued to talk. From what he says, Gallo owes a shit ton of money to the very mob he works for. And if he doesn’t repay them soon?—”
“They’re going to kill him,” Liam finished for the other man.
“And you and I both know, it won’t be an easy death. Guy that selfish wouldn’t think twice about murdering his wife to keep his own ass alive.”
I sure as hell won’t make his death easy.
The pieces were finally starting to fit, but there was one other thing he couldn’t seem to get past. “Why take her with him if he wants her dead?”
“Because along with being a self-centered prick, Gallo has a reputation to uphold. He may not want Allison back as his wife, but his pride took a major hit when she took his daughter and left.”
“He’s going to make her pay before he kills her.” Liam swallowed down the rush of bile racing toward the base of his throat.
“That would be my guess,” Knox agreed.
The urge to find Gallo and make him pay damn near overshadowed everything else.
“Thanks, Travis,” Liam told the other man. “I’ll keep you posted.”
“I hope you do. You need anything, don’t hesitate, you got it?”
“Copy that.” He brought the call to an end. To his team, he announced, “Knox has an address, but we have to go now.” To the detective on the scene, he added, “We need to go in first. This guy will kill her the second he sees lights or hears sirens.”
“I can give you a ten-minute head start,” the shielded man told him. “That’s the best I can do.”
