Page 77 of The Ranger
“I’ll take you up on that while streaming live on Instagram.”
“No one is shooting,” Josh reminds us, and Ryder and I share a grin.
Marshall says he’ll join us for a few hours.I’m about to tell them to give me a few minutes to get changed into my tactical gear when Josh calls me over.
“Give me five,” I say, and they nod, leaving the room.
“I can’t go in there.What if he tries to kill me?”Nathan looks white as a sheet.
“I’ll go with you.”Aidan says.
Nathan shakes his head.“It’s like customs, a very tightly controlled area.You can’t.”
Shit.
“Take a breath.At least we are tracking his movements.Ring your team and find out when that product is due to ship.”
“Okay.”Nathan pulls out his phone.
Josh’s phone beeps, and he stares at it with a frown as I stride over.
“What’s up, boss?”
“Is Scarlett okay?”His eyes lift to mine as my blood turns cold, that same feeling returning.“Tell me to mind my fucking business, but it’s the second day she hasn’t turned up at the salon.Cassy is worried.”
What?
“Did she say she was sick?”I ask, hearing the fear in my voice.
“She hasn’t spoken to her.”
My entire body freezes as a thousand terrifying scenarios fill my brain.
“What?”
The rapid beating of my heart inside my chest drowns out everything as Josh curses.I feel the color on my cheeks fade as we stare at one another.
“When did you last speak to her?”
“Sunday night,” I barely reply, feeling the need to vomit.“Fuck.”
My training tells me to stay, to ask questions, to make sense of this, but my heart has me glancing at the door.
Josh grabs my arm.
“Who is Scarlett?”I hear Nathan ask.
“His girl.She’s pregnant.”
My girl.
“Fuck.”I call her.Then again.Then again.Then again.
Josh is calling Cassy and asking questions.“Not at all?Nothing?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”I start pacing around a small spot on the carpet, my entire body painfully tense.
I text her and watch for the little dots.
