“No promises. If he’s not alive when we find him, I will let the guy holding you grind you into dust under one paw.” Thatwas Nolan. Connal had to admit he was damn impressed, and he could hear Rye and Warrick’s mental laughter too, even though they were fucking pissed.
“Look as far as I know, they headed back toward Denver. This place is about fuck nowhere.”
Shit.Had they really gone out of their way to head toward the Western Slope when they should have stayed in town?
Now it was Nolan who smacked the guy across the face. “You’re lying. There’s no way they would go back to Denver. There’s a network of rescues there, and they know it.”
The guy’s gleaming yellowish eyes widened. “Jesus, would you stop smacking me around?”
“Do you wanthimto smack you?” Nolan jerked his chin at Con, so he rattled the guy around a little bit more, making his head bob back and forth.
Rye moved up to stand in their field of vision, holding the other rat in both paws, squeezing until it squeaked.
“Okay, okay, don’t. Don’t do that. Look, I’ll tell you what you need to know. I’ll even give you coordinates. They’ve taken them to this old farmhouse. It’s like one of their headquarter buildings. It’s in Eagle County someplace.” It actually sounded like the guy was telling them the truth, the desperation in his voice clear.
“Good rat. We’re going to put you and your friend here both in a cage, and we’re going to take you with us. If you’re good, you’ve told us the truth, we’ll let you go.”
“I promise; just don’t hurt him, okay? I’ve told you the truth. I’ll tell you more if you need it, and I’ll help you as long as you don’t hurt him.”
“You’re breaking my heart here.” Race nodded at Nolan. “You and War go get the cage.”
Good idea,he told Race. Rye needed to hold on to the other rat, and besides, he didn’t want Rye getting distracted by talking to Nolan outside.
Nolan gave him a nod back, lips pressed together, chin firm, and turned on his heel to head out to the SUV.
“Let me get you something to put on.” Race told the rat shifter.
Con didn’t even want to know the guy’s name. It was better if he didn’t. He sure didn’t want to see the pale yellow, pasty skin that sagged anymore, either.
When Nolan came back with the cage they’d thought to pack at the back of the SUV just for shits and giggles, both rats would get stuffed in and then locked with padlocks. They needed to get the one guy to tell them what coordinates they were heading toward so they could lock them into the GPS.
“Keep in touch with us,” he told Nolan, “If they give you any trouble, squash them.”
“I’m sure I will do that with absolute pleasure.”
Your brother is weirdly hot when he’s irate.
Ew. Don’t make me pinch you, Con. I totally will.
Yeah? It might tickle.Con wrinkled his snout up at his mate, teasing.
I will show you tickle.Race bared his teeth, playing.
What else were they going to do while they waited on a cage, huh? He needed to get Race home.
Soon.
So they needed to find Milo. Now, now, now.
Yeah, I agree. Now is good. I want to go home.
So, let’s do this.
Nolan came back in with the cage, War trailing behind him protectively.
“Get in. You’ll be safe and comfortable. No one will harm you. Once we find Milo, you can go.”Nolan was more trusting than Race.
He wanted to tranq these guys, honestly, but then again, they might need them awake to ask questions.
