Page 74 of Without Fail

“I’m the one who got the fucking flash drive,” Marshal reminded the man.

“You got lucky. If I could have gotten it or my hands on Ryker, I would be the one Anthony praised.”

“Hands on Ryker…” Marshal’s blood ran cold and then shot to heated rage. “You fuck. That was you at the Langston estate.”

“Figured that out just now?” Donald smirked and swallowed the rest of the water.

“I’m going beat the shit out of you when I get out of here.”

Marshal would make Donald pay for his part in the Langston invasion.

“Ryker’s bodyguard was killed,” Marshal growled.

“Collateral damage.” Donald grimaced and sipped at the water. “Look, I was just doing my job.”

“And your job is going to cost you,” Marshal told the man.

Donald waved a hand at the cage. “It wasn’t my idea to infiltrate the estate, nor mine to lock you up.”

“You fucking drugged me.”

If he hadn’t trusted Donald, he would have never taken a drink of the bourbon in the glass.

He’d come to give the flash drive to Anthony and they’d double-crossed him.

“Ryker wasn’t supposed to be there when they arrested his father,” Marshal said.

“I know that’s the way you wanted it,” Donald said.

“No. That’s what Anthony promised. He gave his fucking word, but just like you both it was worthless.”

“He had a job to do,” Donald growled.

“And that included entering Ryker’s home and killing people?”

“That wasn’t the plan. Anthony thought if we got Ryker, then his father would hand over the flash drive.”

“You’re both fucking stupid.” Marshal gripped the bars. He needed to talk to Ryker. “Give me my phone.”

Donald shook his head. “And let you call in the calvary? Not happening.”

The man jumped when knuckles rapped on the door to the private room.

Marshal had no clue where the fuck he was. Or if they’d even left the state of Colorado. They could have transported him to a CIA holding spot while he was knocked out. His internal clock let him know if it was night or day, but other than that, he didn’t know jack.

All he did know was when shit went down and they took Ryker, he hadn’t been there.

Donald stood, glanced at his phone, and then frowned. Walking to the door, the man put his ear to it. Usually, the phone would buzz and then the knuckles would rap. This time it was slightly different.

“Who is it?”

“It’s food delivery. I’m Mark, remember? I was here yesterday?” a voice called through the wood.

“Where the fuck is the guard?” Donald muttered. Pulling his weapon, Donald eased open the door.

Apparently, what he found was nothing threatening because Donald returned his gun to his holster.

Mark, the food delivery guy from the day before, pushed open the door with food in his hands.

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