Nick came out with a contraption that looked like
one of the original mobile phones that had come in bags.
He dropped it on the table and opened it up. Inside was
an array of listening and GPS devices. Nick gestured for
Julian to come closer, and as Julian spoke on the phone to
his kidnapped boyfriend, Nick plugged the device into his
phone. They had to contort to do it, and Julian wound up
with shaving cream all over his shoulder.
He gave Nick one of the dirtiest looks Kelly had ever
seen a man make, but Nick merely shrugged and turned the
tracking device on. He rolled his finger through the air, telling Julian to stall and draw out the conversation. Then he handed
him his towel almost sheepishly.
Julian wiped at his shoulder, still glowering.
Nick pulled Kelly to the side, dropping his voice to an
almost inaudible whisper. “What did they want?”
“He just demanded to talk to his boyfriend before he’d
give them information.”
“They want an update on his progress. Means they’re
getting nervous. Fuck.”
“They’re going to kill this kid if he doesn’t find that
treasure,” Kelly said.
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Nick was watching Julian over Kelly’s shoulder. His jaw
jumped as he gritted his teeth. “God help them if they do.”
Kelly glanced behind him. Julian’s eyes were hard as
obsidian and his shoulders were rigid. He was obviously back
on the phone with the kidnappers. Kelly took Nick’s elbow
and pulled him toward the salon, then they stepped out on
the deck and pulled the door closed.
“Are you going to be able to handle this meeting tonight?