Me?
That was a picture of her on the paper. These men were hunting her. Her!
A gasp climbed up her throat. She quickly swallowed it away to keep from alerting them to her discovery.
Were they going to kill her? Or now that they had her alive, would they hand her over that way?
Goon One kept rummaging and found a pack of cigarettes. He cracked the window a fraction.
“No smoking in my truck, LeRoy,” Goon Two said and glared at his partner.
“Big-man Holt,” LeRoy snapped. “Always bossing me.”
Holt’s brown, nearly black eyes narrowed and focused, sending a chill over her. He was the dangerous one. The one she had to look out for.
LeRoy shook his head and tapped a cigarette out of the pack.
“I saidno.” Holt’s icy tone held a warning Addy would never try to cross.
LeRoy tossed the pack back onto the dash.
Okay, so Holt was clearly in charge. And better dressed and groomed too. Clean jeans. Plaid shirt. Neatly cut black hair. Short on the sides. Longer on the top. His lips now pursed, and his focus back on the road.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked him.
“None of your business,” LeRoy answered instead.
She turned her attention to him and memorized everything about his face. The narrow chin with a generous shadow of dark whiskers. A hook-shaped scar near his left ear. Small tufts of hair growing from the same ear. A pointed nose. Green eyes. Blond hair. Dirty and messy. And strong body odor.
“Are you working for Razo?” she asked.
She got a grunt in return.
“Might as well tell me. It’s not like I’m going anywhere,” she said, though she was keeping track of every turn to see if she knew where the driver was headed.
“Shut up,” Holt said, his tone even sharper now.
She kept her focus on him and didn’t give up. Not with so much at stake and so little time to go before the guns arrived. “I just want some information.”
“Well, you ain’t gettin’ none.” LeRoy glared at her. “Now shut up before I make you shut up.”
“FYI,” Holt said as he approached a stoplight and turned to lock gazes with her. “If you don’t cooperate, neither of us is opposed to shutting you up. Permanently.”
“For theSpirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.”Mack repeated it again.“For the Spirit God gave us does notmake us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.”
It didn’t help for once. Nothing did as the next three hours passed in a blur. A nightmarish blur. One that Mack wished he was sharing with his teammates, who were winging their way closer. Thankfully it was only a short flight and they were due to touch down any moment. Mack was also thankful that they were bringing Bear. Hopefully the dog could help track Addy’s scent.
But what about the guns? He couldn’t forget they arrived tomorrow. Even if his head was splitting. He’d gone to the hospital, had been checked out, and was cleared. The doc said he might have a concussion but that was all. Mack had survived far worse in the past. Thankfully, because he had two priorities right now. First, he had to find Addy and then stop a mass killing. Addy had to come first, though, as she was in the most imminent danger. Yet he had to keep the sovereign citizens and their deadly plans in the forefront of his mind too.
His phone rang. He wished he had his real phone instead of this one he’d sent Jeff to buy for him, because then he’d know the caller’s identity. He quickly answered, “Mack Jordan.”
“Your suspects have met up,” Eisenhower said.
“Where?” Mack held his breath.
“They checked into the same hotel booked for the convention.”
Mack sucked in a breath.
