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“So she can’t get away, Princess,” Chance whispers in my ear and I tense in his arms. Good God, this whole thing is a mess.
“This started out as any other case but it’s obviously so much bigger and I’m working my ass off here, but I haven’t been able to crack it yet.”
It’s quiet as everyone in the room stares at each other, like we’re each hoping someone will have some answers for us. Finally, Blaze sighs. “Well, keep looking, Streak. In the meantime, we need to figure out how we’re going to get her out of there.”
“It’s gonna be damn near impossible with two guards on her ass all the time,” Moose says and I feel my heart sinking. I hate that he’s right. How are we ever supposed to get Ivy out of there with two men dedicated to making sure she can’t get away?
“Let’s take this one step at a time,” Blaze says, ever the voice of reason. “We need to get her a phone so she can get into contact with us.”
“Is there any way you could get that to her?” Storm asks, his gaze locked on me and I shake my head.
“I don’t know. Julian has cut her off completely and I doubt I’d even make it to the front door if I tried to go see her.”
Chance rubs his hand over my back and it fights the hysteria I’m barely holding back. “What about Rosie?”
“Who’s Rosie?” Fuzz asks, sitting forward.
“She’s the maid who brought me the note from Ivy. She doesn’t want to be involved but I get the feeling she wants to help my sister so that might work.”
“Henshaw has a tracker on her car, though,” Chance adds and Fuzz blows out a breath as he leans back in his seat.
“Dude’s got some serious control issues.”
That’s the understatement of the year.
“That may be our best bet right now, though.” I glance around the room and a few of the guys nod. Blaze sighs and nods.
“Let’s give it a go and if we need to reassess, we will. I’ll give Rodriguez a call today, too.”
Everyone seems in agreement and Blaze ends the meeting, banging a gavel on the table before coming over to Chance and I.
“Hey, Darlin’. I’ll have Chance get you a burner tomorrow and then hopefully you can pass it along to Rosie.”
I nod. “Yeah, that sounds good. I just want to thank you for all your help.”
“Don’t mention it,” he assures, shaking his head. “Speaking of, Chance, can you make sure she has all our numbers in her phone?”
“You got it, Boss,” he says from behind me.
“If you need anything, you can call any one of us,” Blaze says, meeting my eyes and I’m reassured by the sincerity in his gaze. I believe, without a doubt, I could call these guys in the middle of the night and they would come running if I needed them.
* * * *
Early morning sunlight blinds me and my heart drums in my ear as I creep down the tree-lined street, scanning each mailbox for the address Streak gave me yesterday. Thank God for his expert hacking abilities because I don’t know how I would have found this place, otherwise. Glancing down at the slip of paper in my hand, I reread the address one more time and scan the left side of the road. When I finally spot the little blue duplex with pink flowers planted in front of the windows, I pull over across the street and let out a breath. The building is run down and I wonder how little Julian must be paying his employees if Rosie can’t afford anything more than this.
Leaning back in the seat, I slide my sunglasses on my face and cross my arms over my chest, hoping this plan works. Rosie was less than enthusiastic about helping the last time I spoke to her but all I can do is hope that she’ll come around. If she doesn’t, I don’t know how else I’ll get the burner phone to Ivy. I’m also anxious to hear how Ivy is doing after more than a week of no word from my sister.
A black sedan pulls onto the street behind me and I watch it in the rearview mirror until it slows to a stop in front of the duplex. The windows are tinted and I can’t see inside so I wait with bated breath until Rosie steps out. I grab the burner phone out of the cup holder and open the door.
“Rosie!”
She glances over her shoulder and her blue eyes widen before she peeks down the street. “What are you doing here, Carly?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“You can’t be here,” she hisses, her gaze frequently drifting to the empty street behind me. Why is she so nervous? Would Julian really have her followed?
“Please, Rosie,” I plead, staying by my car to make her feel more comfortable. “It’s really important.”
