Page 131 of Devious Kingpin
And sure as hell, it showed Basilio’s flashing dot moving.
“Are they going out of town?” I asked, frowning. “It looks like they’re leaving the city limits.”
“My guess is they’ll stay close by,” Wynter stated. “Neither one of them would want to be far from us with the rumor that Sofia Volkov is around this area.”
I nodded. She was right. Basilio wouldn’t risk it for sure. He knew the old woman still wanted Wynter in her clutches.
The little dot on her screen moved, then came to a stop. “Hey, what’s that?” I asked, pointing to it. “A hospital?”
She tapped on it lightly and a name came up. “Tinley Park State Mental Hospital,” she murmured. “Built in 1959, it’s an abandoned asylum in Chicago. It’s massive. You can get trapped in it with no way out.”
I shook my head and scoffed.
“It says that all there in the app?”
Wynter rolled her eyes. “No, but I tapped on it and expanded the research. Damn smart-ass.”
Then a soft groan left Wynter’s lips. “Don’t tell me you’re turning so soft that calling me a smart-ass makes you feel guilty?” I asked dryly.
“Nope, not that.”
I sought out her face, but she was shifting off the bed already. She almost looked like a little pill bug—I called them roly-poly bugs—on its back, trying to get up.
My lips curved up and I shifted off the bed, helping her to stand. “You’re big as a boat,” I remarked.
She shot me a glare. “I’ll remember to return the compliment when you get knocked up.” It was my turn to roll my eyes. She’d be waiting a long time. Kids were not my thing. She sighed. “I swear, I spend more time in the bathroom than anywhere else.”
I raised my eyebrow.
“Need to pee?” She nodded and I saw my window of opportunity. I tilted my chin toward the door in the far corner. “Bathroom is there.”
She wobbled her way there and I wasted no time. I was dressed well enough to fight. I dug through my purse for my phone and the knife I’d kept from yesterday. As I pulled it out, a red stain caught my eye. It was Dante’s blood from when I’d cut the skin on his throat. Guilt flickered in my chest, but I ignored it.
No time to dwell on it now. I slid the blade in the back pocket of my jeans. Grabbing my pair of Chucks, I quickly slipped them on before rushing to the door.
Resorting to my acting skills, I slipped a panicked mask on and opened the door.
“Wynter’s water broke,” I hissed, my voice pure panic. “Can you two carry her and take us to the hospital?”
The two men barely waited for me to finish the sentence, rushing past me. What a bunch of suckers!
The second I flew out the door, I dialed up the secured line that Kian gave me. The elevator door pinged open as if waiting for me. Destiny was on my side—at least for the moment.
“Juliette,” he greeted. The fucker probably knew since day one who I was, even though I insisted on giving him only my first initial.
“Where are you?” I asked as I entered the elevator.
“This isn’t a good time.” I could hear in his tone he really meant it. There was tension and something else I couldn’t quite pinpoint lingering.
“I don’t give a crap,” I hissed, focusing more on my needs. I wanted Sofia Volkov dead. For what she had done. If nothing else was going right in my life, that part would. Damn it! “I need you to do a fast track on Dante DiLustro. I need his exact location.” I knew where Basilio was. I just needed confirmation that Dante was still with him. I needed to get to the Volkov bitch before Dante did. She was my kill, not his.
He let out an amused breath. “Well, that’s easy,” he mused. “He’s actually meeting me in a few minutes.”
I frowned. Did he work for Dante too?
“I guess you’re collecting on all ends, aren’t you?” I scoffed. “Where are you meeting him?”
“At an abandoned mental hospital.” How fucking appropriate.
