Page 68 of An Epic Voyage
Indigo was almost certainthere had been nothing in the closet.They had checked it, albeit not meticulously, because they had other things on their mind.How could she let sex distract her from her mission?
Indy was disappointed in herself.The bigger problem was that she didn’t regret it.Not even a little bit.Being with Griffin was one of the best things that had ever happened to her.She knew no one was perfect, but she’d yet to find his faults.Maybe she was blinded by lust, but the man was her equal in every way.Their compatibility, not to mention chemistry, was off the charts.It was an inconvenient time for this to happen, but she would not let the opportunity to be with him pass.
She cringed, thinking of what Evangeline would say.The woman’s life was her job.Frankly, Indy wasn’t sure she ever left the basement offices.She would tell Indy to get her head out of her ass and do her job.
For some reason, random images from a crime show Indigo had watched years ago flashed through her mind.She couldn’t recall all the details, but a prisoner had been let out of jail to catch a murderer.The problem was that he had escaped police custody ...
“Hey, where are you going?”Griffin asked.“The closet is that way.”
“A hunch.”
The refrigerator was large, but it didn’t include a freezer, as there was a separate one.A blast of cold air slapped her in the face when she opened the double doors.
“You should’ve said you were hungry,” Griffin said from over her shoulder.
“Shh.”
“Did you just shush me?”
“I did.”She held up a hand.“Let me concentrate.”
“Yeah, choosing between strawberry or blueberry yogurt is a conundrum.”
She ignored him and searched the interior.There were two buttons: one to control the temperature and another without a description.She pushed the second one.
A noise sounded, and she bumped into Griffin.They barely made it out of the way as the shelves slid forward before one side released and swung to the side.
“What in the actual hell?”Griffin uttered.
Indigo stepped over the bottom lip of the fridge.“There’s a door.”
“Method Man,” Griffin murmured.
She turned and smiled at him.“You saw the same episode ofCSI.”Rapper, music producer, and actor Clifford Smith, known professionally as Method Man, had portrayed Drops, the prisoner who had escaped through an opening inside the fridge of a nightclub.
Another button activated a sliding door, revealing a tunnel.
“You’re brilliant,” Griffin praised.“But we should change before we explore.”
She looked down at her naked legs and feet, not to mention her bare ass.“You’re right.”
As soon as she stepped out, the refrigerator automatically closed.
Indigo dressed in a sleeveless yoga top and, like Griffin, a pair of jeans.They grabbed their weapons and flashlights that were charging on a table.Griffin let her go first, which was a good thing since she’d made the discovery.This was her show, not that she’d take full credit if it panned out—or any.That wasn’t Epic’smodus operandi.They did the job without fanfare.
Indigo opened the fridge, waited for it to go through its Optimus Prime-like contortions, and then pressed the button for the hidden panel.As soon as she stepped through, lights snapped on to illuminate the path.As with everything associated with Benedict Van Houten, it was well kept.The ground was paved with smooth concrete, as were the walls, and it was wide enough for at least four people to walk side by side without touching each other.
“I’d feel better if you let me check it out first.”
“Too bad, buddy.”He needed to get it through his mind right now that she didn’t need a man to protect her.She was fully capable of tackling whatever challenges they encountered.He should know that by now, but alpha males had thick heads with assertive, take-charge attitudes.She would know since she was an alpha female.
They both led with their guns as they navigated the winding corridor.She pressed a button to check the compass app on her phone.They were headed north.
“It would’ve taken months to pave this tunnel,” Griffin remarked.
“No kidding.He must have had it done on the sly since it doesn’t show up on any blueprints.”
“There’s a reason he wants to keep it on the down low.”
