Page 117 of Wicked Devotion
“Throw their phones somewhere and then get moving. The nerd should be done taking care of the cameras, and I don’t want to keep the boss waiting for too long.”
The man responsible for me turns around, stroking over my cheek, and a grin spreads on his face as he leans closer.
“He’s been dying to meet you, Lillian. To finally see the girl that got some of his best men killed.”
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“The guy’s name is Dario Millard. Born in 1987, has his own law firm. Wait, Cady is still pulling up information.”
“I don’t care if the guy was a theater geek in high school. Just get me his fucking address, Hunter.Now,” Logan barks into the phone, getting a little quieter when he sees how Mochi’s ears perk up.
“I don’t think you’ll need it,” Charlie snaps back. “He’s Lily’s uncle. Ex-step-uncle, hence why it took two minutes to find out instead of one. Going out on a limb here, but what if she contacted him to take care of Brady’s mess? I mean, he is a criminal defense attorney, so it would add up.”
“No way she’d do anything for Brady,” I mumble, hoping that I am right. “But why the fuck didn’t she tell us anything?”
“Yeah, and why does your wife support her doing shit behind our backs?” Logan adds, glaring over at Sam.
“Leave my wife out of this. Ruby is gone too, isn’t she? So stop throwing around accusations and start fucking reading, you goddamn idiots. Here.” Sam snatches Lily’s phone away from me and scrolls through the messages until he points atthe worddivorce, holding the phone so close to my face that it’s almost touching my nose.
“Put Hunter on speaker, I think I know where they went.”
He opens up the navigation app on Ruby’s phone and tells Charlie the address of the coffee shop where the girls had planned to meet Lily’s uncle.
“Check if they’ve got cameras,” I add once he’s done.
“What do you think I’m doing right now?” Cady sounds a tiny bit annoyed about me giving her instructions, but I’m too agitated to even mumble an apology.
“Did they make it to the meeting?” I ask after ten seconds have passed.
“On it,” Cady says sternly.
The sound of a clicking keyboard fills the anxiety-riddled air between us. The only safe place to look at is the wall in front of us because I’m pretty sure we’ve reached a point where looks are so loaded with hatred they could, in fact, kill.
“Got ‘em,” Charlie finally says, and I exhale in relief. “They were at the coffee shop around two hours ago.”
“Adds up with the text messages,” Logan says, letting his head fall back against the wall.
“Everything looks normal. Lily, Ruby, and Dario are sitting at a table in the back… Wait, Cady, replay this part. Shit, I was right.”
“Right about what, Charlie?” I’m impressed by how Logan can yell without actually yelling.
“There’s a guy sitting outside at one of the patio tables. He’s wearing sunglasses, but he keeps glancing over to the girls and then back to a guy standing on the other side of the street. Shortly after Lily and Ruby leave, he gets up, walks over to the other guy, and they both follow the girls.”
I’m not sure what I expected to hear. There is nogoodexplanation for the situation, no way this ends in a way we’ll laugh about in a few years. But every piece of informationpaints a clearer picture, a picture I’m fucking scared to look at.
“The girls got back to the car safely, they drove off–there’s a car following them. A man is driving it; a second one in the passenger seat.”
Sam stands up, pacing through the small room. “Well, then check the damn plates.”
“Stolen.”
“Great. Fucking great,” he mutters. “Can your little friend at least access our security system?”
“I need the actual terminal,” Cady says. “SD card and everything.”
Sam doesn’t need to be told twice. He leaves the panic room with Mochi in tow, and when I hear loud banging coming from the hallway, Logan and I exchange a look.
