Page 117 of Rogue's Path
“Ask him if he knew they have the same credit card company,” Vandal whispers in the background.
“I will. But why does that matter?” Havoc asks.
“It doesn’t, maybe. But I think it does. Tell him I want to go through and read Dylan’s emails. Only the ones that relate to her credit cards.”
“Tell Vandal to do what he needs to do.” Could he have tracked her through her credit card?
She paid for every hotel we stayed at, but not until we checked in. It would be impossible for him to know where we were before we checked in unless he knew our credit card information. “He works for the credit card company.”
“That’s what Vandal’s thinking.” Havoc says.
“We did some bikes for the CEO of the credit card company a few years back. I’ve got his number in my phone.”
“Before you call, let’s give Vandal a minute.”
“Rogue’s woman shops lots.”
Peaches doesn’t shop. Even when we went shopping, all she did was browse and pull me away from leather shops. “No, she doesn’t. All she’s paid for on the trip are hotel stays.”
“I found the guy at the gas station,” Bear shouts in the background. “Sending the picture to you now. And doing a search to see if he was around any other time.”
A picture pops up on my screen. “Never seen him before.” I hold it out to Integer.
He shakes his head.
“Dylan rented six different cars this week,” Vandal says.
“No, she didn’t.” My woman loves being a passenger princess. She never once even offered to drive. Though that’s probably also because the truck is massive. It should probably require a CDL to drive.
“These emails say otherwise. She also shopped at several hardware stores. And rented three houses.”
Three houses? “Where? What do they look like?” He’s got to have taken her to one of those. I’m not waiting to find out. I dash to the truck with Integer by my side.
“One by this hotel. Another near the motel you stayed at yesterday. And the third is a cabin an hour away from where you are.”
The cabin feels right, but it could be a decoy to distract us for hours. “Bear, where was the last Dylan DuPress novel set?”
“In a cabin—”
I click off and run.
Be alive when I get there.
Save Me
Dylan
As soon as the lock clicks, I start to shimmy, lift my butt, press my body down, and then slide up over and over again until my hands are free.
The hooks on the side that he used to tie us down aren’t that far away.
Ouch. Don’t think about the pain. Being in pain is better than being dead. Keep working. My nail snaps back, and I almost scream. There’s no way I can reach the ratchet straps that he used to tighten the ropes down. That would be so much—Got it.
How long did that take? It doesn’t matter. First, find a weapon in case he comes back. A screwdriver will do nicely. I stick it in the pocket of my pajama bottoms.
Now to do the hard thing. Check to see if the other woman is alive.
You will not pass out. If you need to throw up, do it in the corner.
