Page 80 of Against the Clock

Quinn

“There’s still no answer,” I sighed, listening as Mike’s phone went to voicemail.

We were in the truck we stole after killing the last guy in the cabin.Not only did we take the truck, but we also loaded up on weapons and stripped them of anything useful, including the phone they had been using to keep in contact with whoever had Rosie.

As soon as we had a signal, Roman reached out to a friend and had them start tracking the number programmed in the phone under Red.While he drove, I focused on calling Mike and watching the other phone to see if anyone called or texted with an update on the assignments their team was supposed to complete.

“Trevor said that he and Max were headed over to go look for him.”

I hated all of the unknown and wished that all of this was over with already.

A text message alert came through on the other phone, and I immediately put in the password I had changed it to and unlocked it.

Roman glanced over to see what it was, but my excitement was quickly replaced with frustration when I opened the message.

“I swear, this guy gets more naked pictures sent to him than anyone I know.And honestly, he’s not attractive enough to generate this much attention from women,” I complained and exited out of the message.

“Looks has nothing to do with it,” Roman laughed.“You know when you have access to drugs and money, women will do anything to get to it.”

“I know.But it’s still disgusting.”I scrunched my face.

“It’s true.Some women will do anything for a little taste of that life.”

I leaned my head back on the seat and closed my eyes, hoping that some sort of divine intervention would happen and guide me to where Rosie was.

“We’re going to find her,” Roman assured me for the hundredth time since we’d gotten into the truck.

“It’s been hours.Anything could have happened by now.”

“Stop thinking like that, Quinn.You have to stay positive.”

“I know,” I groaned and blew out an irritated breath.I turned and looked out the window.

Roman’s phone started ringing and I whipped my head in his direction as he answered it on speaker phone.

“Hey man,” he said loudly.“Have you found him?’

There was a loud sigh—the kind you hear when someone’s about to give you bad news and they don’t want to.

“We have him.”

“What does that mean?”I blurted out, needing more information.

“It means no line is secure right now, so I can’t say more than that.”

“Trevor!”I yelled, turning in my seat to face Roman.I was starting to lose it and there was no stopping me.I had reached a breaking point, and not knowing whether my brother was dead or alive was enough to snap the final straw.

“Thanks for the update,” Roman said, eyeing me cautiously while also keeping an eye on the road.

“No problem.I’ll be out of town for a bit and won’t have constant access to my cell.Service is kinda spotty out there.”

“Gotcha.Thank you.”

I stared at Roman in disbelief as he ended the call and stared straight ahead.

“What the fuck was that code for?!”I shrieked.

“They have him, Quinn.That’s all they’re going to tell us right now.”

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