“Yo, everything good?” Track’s voice hits my ear.
I inspect the lock on the door as I fill him in on the car tailing us and the envelope that I have no doubt is another message.
My hand slides to my waist and finds the grip on my Sig.
I enter first, scanning the apartment. “We need to see if anyone on the map has that make and model or if they’ve rented one recently,” I tell Track.
“Got it, but Ryder, you can’t stay there. His apartment is compromised.”
I stop just inside the door and peek at Cole, who’s waiting patiently for me to sweep the rooms.
“Uh. . .and you expect us to go where?”
Cole’s brows pull together.
Tracker laughs. “We have a city full of hotels, but if this guy is following you, that won’t help. Give me a few days to see what I can trace. I need that envelope and everything you’ve got, but you need to get him to a safe location.”
“And where would that be?”
There’s a pause. “Next week is his bye week?”
I think it’s a question. “Yeah.”
“Then, somewhere out of town. I’ll get TJ over there to make it look like you’re still around. Now that Cole’s SUV has been repainted, TJ can drive it to see if we can lure them out again.”
“Uh, Track, where are we supposed to go?”
There’s a momentary blip of silence. “Is his sister still nagging him about Thanksgiving?”
“Uh. What, now? You aren’t—”
He laughs. He freaking laughs.
“Track this is not. . . ” I glance at Cole, pulling an ice pack out of the freezer.
“Pack up. I’ll have Jos get the plane fueled and the flight check complete. I’ll be there in a bit to take you to the airfield. Make sure you leave quietly through the back.”
This cannot be happening. I did not sign up for this.
“I’ll message you when I get there. Copy, Ry?”
I’m going to kill him by the time this is over.
“Ry?”
“Yeah. Copy.” I hang up.
This is not what I need right now. I push out a long, slow breath as Cole stares at me with complete concern, holding the ice around his wrist.
“You still want to see your family for a few days?”
Chapter 32
COLE
I switch off the headlights and pull into the large driveway. It’s dark and way past late, but this is home for me.
I hit the button to turn off the truck.
