“What’s going on?” King demanded.
“Where were you the night Anya Davenport was murdered?” I asked.
“Oh my God,” Chloe whispered.
His jaw hardened, but his shoulders lowered slightly as resignation crossed his face. “I was in Hong Kong.”
Sato joined our huddle. “None of them is responding. Did this fucker do something?”
“What’s going on?” King repeated.
“Aralina and her security are not responding to texts,” I said shakily. “If Jeremiah found out you knew what he was up to…” I gulped. “He might…”
“Did he say where he was taking her?”
“Montauk,” I whispered. “Has he hurt her? She doesn’t fit?—”
King spun around and stalked out the door. I rushed out after him despite the dizziness compromising my movements. He was heading to the driver’s side of a black Mercedes SUV. Meanwhile, his security was assembling in the black Suburban behind him.
“I’m coming with you,” I called out.
“Then get in the car,” he snarled.
Sato hooked me around the waist. “Where the fuck are you going?” he growled in a tone he’d never used on me.
“Aralina,” I said. “Her life is in danger!”
“In or out?” King lowered the windows and glared at Sato. “And no, my brother is mine to deal with.”
“That’s the pakhan’s sister,” Sato shouted.
“Do you want her back or not?” King shot back. “You can’t just go in there guns blazing.”
“You knew—” I started.
“In or out?”
“In.” Chloe opened the door behind King.
I struggled with Sato and yelled, “Ahhh, you’re hurting me.”
He released me with a panicked expression, then realized I was faking it, but by then he was too late to stop me from jumping into King’s car.
He screeched out of there. “You'd better make sure they stay back. Jerry is dangerous when provoked.”
“You knew he was killing, and you did nothing to stop him.”
“I had suspicions but no proof?—”
“I don’t believe you!”
“Do I care?”
“Did he kill my mother?” Chloe asked from behind us.
King didn’t respond, but he might as well have said yes.
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