Page 107 of Mr. Dangerous

“We’ll figureitout.”

Victor rolled the guy over, slapping cuffs on him as he wailedaloud.

“You got any last questions for him?” Victor called over to me. “I think it’s time to call thepolicein.”

“Don’t call the police,” he begged. “I’ll tell you anything you wanttoknow.”

“You’ll do that anyway,” Victor promised him. He glanced at me over his shoulder. “Listen. I’m the good cop. You might want tospill—”

“There was supposed to be another job.” The guy nodded animatedly. “I got fired first. They wouldn’t tell us muchaboutit—”

“Who wouldn’t tell you?” Victorcutin.

“I don’t know who. I met them through my dealer. They never told us names, just that there was a job that could get me out of my debt with mydealer.”

“I’ll take his name,”Victorsaid.

When we had that information, I asked, “They didn’t tell you anything aboutthejob?”

“Well, one thing,” he said. “My girlfriend was stealing from me. See, I use this Slow S stuff for work, but she was skimming it from me. Reselling it. And I foundout,and—”

“I’m not writing a book about the personal lives of addicts,” Victor said. “Cut to thepoint.”

“The guy who organized us. He said oh, you’ll enjoy this job then. We’re going to take this pretty little thing—and he also said, pack a bag for overnight, we’re going all the way toNewport—”

I ran forthecar.

“I’ll call you with anything else we get,” Rook called just before I left the gritty Worcesterapartment.

Joe and Liam were watching the door, and I clapped Joe on the shoulder as Iranpast.

“Naomi’s in danger,” I saidshortly.

Dawn was breaking on the horizon as we sped back home, washing the dark sky with soft watercolors in yellows and peaches. The sunrise was a reminder of how tired I was after a long, brutal night, with no end insight.

"I’ll interrogate him when they’re done,” I said, my voice cold. “Once I know Naomiissafe.”

I’d called her phone four times. She hadn’t even picked up from Joe’s number. I was fucking furious. And scared forher,too.

“We’ll get there,” Joe said. “The police are en route, looking for her too. It’llbeokay.”

Liam didn’t say a word. He sure as hell wasn’t apologizing, no matter how wronghe’dbeen.

But he pushed his foot a little harder down on the pedal. The three of us raced back towardsNewport.

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