When the comms go dead, I yank out the earpiece.
“Damage control?” Reino asks.
“I’ll speak to my contact at the feds. If anyone asks, she came to me for help but was taken out before she had a chance to talk. I bailed because I didn’t want to get caught up in the mess.”
“I’ll pass on the message.”
I throw the bag on the back seat next to him. “Fuck.”
We don’t speak on the way to the warehouse. I’m too volatile.
We make it to the abandoned building in record time. I grab the bag from the back and chuck the lighter inside. My only lead to the fuckers who kidnapped Tatiana is dead. All I have to go on now is Naomi’s bag.
One of my men opens the warehouse door when Reino and I approach.
I throw the bag at him. “We need to go through that with a fine-tooth comb.”
Something may point us in the right direction, although the chances of finding anything are slim.
“Fuck.” I slam a fist against the wall, barely registering the pain that shoots up my knuckles. “What the fuck happened out there?”
Reino watches me from under his eyebrows. “Our men are bringing him in. They were right behind us.”
I pace the floor, violence building inside me with every step I take.
Not a minute later, the door opens, letting sunlight into the gloomy interior.
Two men drag Kent inside and force him onto his knees in front of me. When they remove his denim jacket, exposing his upper body for obvious reasons, he doesn’t resist or fight. He only fixes cool blue eyes on me.
I stare down at him, fighting the urge to crack his skull open before he gets a word out.
More men file into the warehouse. Someone closes the door. The inside is shrouded in shadows once more, only the yellow glow of a battery-operated lamp casting a circle of dust-ridden light around him.
My voice is icy. Controlled. “You killed Naomi Foster.”
He holds my gaze without wavering. “Whatever her name was.”
Reino steps behind him, ready to knife him down if I give the command, but that’s not a pleasure I’m going to give someone else.
“I didn’t give that order,” I snarl. “I also didn’t order you to be at the site.”
“You didn’t think I was going to let you walk into that trap and do nothing? You didn’t tell me what was going down.” His smile is wry. “You obviously don’t trust me, but I understand.”
“Is that right?” My voice is low and menacing. “I don’t think you do.”
“Before you suspect one of your guys of snitching, let me put that straight. I heard the men on my round when they prepared to move out.”
I flex my fingers and curl them into fists. “And then you took it upon yourself to join them.”
“Yes.”
Bending down to his level, I smile a sardonic smile. “Why would that be?”
“I’m your best sniper, and you know it.”
I straighten. “So you wanted to protect me.”
His upper lip curls. “She was going to shoot you.”
