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“Yeah, fine.”
“So, what happens to Nate now? Are they gonna put him in solitary?”
“Yep. They’re gonna have him in there for a few weeks, and he’s got no choice this time.”
I hate that I’m relieved that my brother will be locked in a box, cut off from everything. But at least he’ll be safe.
“Do me a favor,” I tell him. “I want you to pass him a message from me.”
“What is it?”
“Tell him…” My throat tightens as I close my eyes. “Tell him I’m doing everything I can and I’ll never stop until he’s free.”
Reyes is quiet for a beat. “You’ve got it.”
I hang up and let out a shuddering breath.
Nate can’t stay in there. I know deep in my gut that if he does, he’ll die.
When I call Riley next, she answers immediately.
“Tell me you have good news.” I release a sigh, desperation digging into me.
“Wish I did.”
Fuck!
“I need something, Riley. He can’t go on like this. He was attacked again.”
“Oh, shit. Is he okay?”
“He’s alive. And the good thing is they’re gonna put him in solitary for a while. But he won’t last in there forever.”
She blows out a harsh exhale. “I know, and I’m trying. I’ve dug through everything on Konstantin’s laptop, and I’m sorry to say but there’s nothing that points to evidence tampering or Nate at all. The man’s paranoid as hell and smarter than most, and believe me, he made it difficult to comb through everything. But you have me, so…”
“Okay, Miss Cocky.” I let out a laugh. “Tell me what else we can try. Where else we can look.”
“Well…” She pauses, like whatever she plans to say next is even more dangerous.
But thankfully, danger is my middle name.
“Tell me.”
“Okay, but it might be hard.”
“I don’t care.”
She scoffs. “Of course you don’t. Alright, so as long as you can get your phone close to his, I can access it and see what I can find there. Or if you can somehow get near another laptop, maybe a private one,then we can try that too.”
I press a palm to my forehead, the weight of everything crushing me. “I’ll do it. We work pretty closely together, and having my phone near his won’t be a problem.”
“Okay, but it will be risky because the program runs for about ten minutes and he can’t be using his cell at the time.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
My hand slides through my hair, gripping it with frustration. “Fuck, maybe he’s keeping the evidence in some damn safe at home or something. But how would I get in there?”
“I’m guessing he won’t just let you snoop around in his mansion of death?”
