Page 137 of Break Out

He closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. When he opened his eyes, they went wide. “Don’t worry about the Devil Lancers. Get the fuckin’ password.”

Torque sidled up to me. “What the hell’s a password gonna do for us?”

“Shut it,” I clipped out. My gut filled with low-level hope that this was our break.

Rafferty had an iPad in front of him. He tapped at the screen. “Yeah, Lex. I’m in Augusta now, but I need the passcode to her iPad before I can try to log in.” He nodded. “Great. I’ll call you—”

He paused. I hated not knowing what was being said, but I knew better than to interrupt right now.

“Lex, I’m not even sure if this will work. Once we know more, I’ll text you.”

He ended the call.

Torque tipped his head toward the tablet. “What the hell is that?”

Rafferty aimed a calm expression at Torque. “Her iPad. She has one of those AirTags. Lex verified it’s on her keys. She kept misplacing them after she got pregnant.”

“That helps us how?” Torque asked.

Rafferty gave a small nod. “If there are any other Apple devices with Bluetooth enabled near her keys, we can log into her ‘Find My’ network and locate them.”

“Which could be out back,” Torque muttered.

“Those keys are in her pocket,” I said, my relief building.

But I’d only be fully relieved when she was out of harm’s way and I’d ended Knuckles once and for all.

“How do you know?” Torque asked.

My eyes slid to him. “I watched her put them in her pocket when we got here. Not five minutes after we hit my room, you pounded on my door because Jordan was here. If Rafferty didn’t find her keys in her purse, then I’m sure they’re still in her pocket.”

Torque nodded. “All right. Farah told Greco that if he’s looking for Knuckles, he should try a place near the cemetery in Old Town. She didn’t have a street address. Supposedly they use some shotgun house for interrogations, though I don’t trust a damn thing that bitch tells us.”

My head reared back and I recalled all of Torque’s questions to Greco. I’d have asked the same things and been twice as skeptical.

“Yeah, send a prospect in a cage. I don’t want a bike roaring through that area.”

Rafferty shook his head. “That’s a great plan, but if she didn’t give an address, what’s the prospect looking for? You think Knuckles would leave his bike visible from the street? I don’t know Old Town like you two do, but I’m guessing it isn’t an area where there’s a neighborhood watch.”

I tipped my head at Rafferty. “You’re right, but we can tell the prospect to keep an eye out for Josie’s car and Mug’s chopper.”

“Done,” Torque said.

Rafferty tapped at the screen and his lips tipped up. “The password worked.”

I moved to look over his shoulder, then thought better of it and paced to the bat rack. I grabbed one and swung it through the air. The thought of bashing Knuckles in the head appealed to me, but even that seemed too merciful for him.

“Been a long time since I saw that look on your face,” Torque said.

“What look is that?” I asked.

He grinned. “You’re gonna bring the pain to somebody.”

I swung the bat again. Its unique sound filled the room. I fucking loved hearing that.

Yeah, there was going to be pain all right.

Rafferty looked up from the tablet. “The house Greco mentioned is near a cemetery, right?”

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