I drop off the stool and check for the toilet sign. “Nah, I just need to call my brother to come pick me up. I lost my phone.”
“Fine,” she says. “Make sure you wash your hands after you use the toilet. I don’t want germs on my phone.”
“That’s why I don’t eat bar nuts.” I nod at the bowl before walking away. “Gross.”
I head into a corridor, find the bathroom door and take a long, steadying breath in the quiet space.
“You fucking idiot,” I whisper to my reflection. “Rule number one. Don’t catch feelings for the enemy.”
The words barely leave my mouth before the door opens.
My head snaps up, and I turn, but not fast enough.
A hand clamps over my mouth and nose. Another arm bands across my waist and jerks me into a solid chest.
I drive my elbow back on instinct, but whoever has me doesn’t loosen their grip, and the cloth pressed over my face stays in place.
Panic detonates through me.
I thrash, kick, claw for leverage, but there’s no room, noangle, no time. My shoulder slams into the sink. My trainers squeal against the tile underfoot.
“Your da’s debts don’t stay in Dublin.”
I fight harder, but my body is slipping out from under me now, the room blurring at the edges, the fluorescent light smearing into a white streak above my head.
The last clear thought I had was the cruelest one.
I ran from Bronx.
Straight into something worse.
28
BRONX
“The Murphy situation needs to be handled before?—”
My phone rings, cutting off Kingston mid-sentence. Manino’s name flashes on the screen.
“What?” I say when I click to accept the call.
“Your wife left the building twenty minutes ago. She said she was going to the gym to get her phone, but security lost visual contact.”
Ice floods my fucking veins. “What do you mean, lost visual?”
“She never made it to the gym. She walked out the front entrance instead. When security tried to follow protocol and check on her location, they found her phone in a dumpster six blocks away.”
I’m already moving toward the door. “She threw her phone away?”
“Looks like it.”
Shit. Tierney doesn’t just throw away phones. Not unless she’s running from something.
Or someone.
Kingston and Reign stare at me. “What’s going on?” Kingston asks.
“Tierney’s missing.”
