"Which is why they're not done yet."
"I'm hungrynow."
"Then eat some bread."
"Savage has all the bread."
Savage looked down at the piece in his hand. Made no move to share it.
Rampage pulled out a barstool and sat at the island.
Emily glanced back over her shoulder at him. Just a glance.
"Eight more minutes," she said, to the room in general.
"She's right about the onions," Rampage said.
Makenzie pointed at him. "You're biased."
"I'm correct," he said. "Those are different things."
Emily's shoulders shifted. Not quite a smile he could see. But something.
He'd take it.
CHAPTER 16
RAMPAGE
Irish sent the message at eleven at night.
Delling's phone pinged. Kansas City. Moving east. Contacted Denver field office. They're flagging it up the chain.
Rampage read it sitting at his desk, and the relief of having a direction was immediately overtaken by the calculation of what east meant. Kansas City was a midpoint. A handoff location. Which meant Delling wasn't running and he was delivering himself to the next level of the network.
Which meant they were running out of time to catch him before he disappeared into a structure too large for the club to touch on its own.
He pulled up his contacts. Scrolled to a number he hadn't used in eight months.
Dozer picked up on the second ring, which meant he'd been awake.
"Rampage."
"You still running operations out of the east?"
"Depends on who's asking and what kind of operations."
"I've got a trafficking network running a corridor. Colorado to the Midwest and east. Collector just moved through KansasCity. Federal contact in Denver is tracking it but they're going to lose him in the structure."
A pause. The specific silence of someone shifting from casual to operational.
"How many victims confirmed?"
"Four minimum. Believe it's higher."
"How long has the network been running?"
"Long enough to have refined the methodology. This isn't new."
