Page 238 of Love Me Stalk Me
We pull up to the warehouse, an old industrial building at the far edge of the docks. The area is deserted; it’s the perfect kind of place for criminals to conduct business without interruptions.
Amanda reaches for the door handle.
I slap a hand on her arm. “Wait.”
She freezes. “What?”
“We can’t just rush in. We don’t know where she is. Running in blind is a great way to get ourselves killed.”
Amanda’s clearly itching to move, but she nods.
I take a breath, reach for my phone, and open the one function I told myself I wouldn’t ever use.
The live audio and video feed from Izzy’s phone.
Amanda’s eyes widen as she watches me tap into the stream. “Oh, you didn’t just hack her phone.” She whistles. “You like,hackedher phone.”
I don’t respond.
I pressplay.
At first, it’s nothing but muffled sounds. The rustling of fabric. Distant voices.
But one voice cuts through.
Male.
Familiar.
I frown, turning up the volume.
Amanda’s face twists into a sneer.
“That’s Evan,” she hisses.
I whip my head toward her. “You sure?”
She scoffs. “I’ve heard that asshole talk enough times to know, yes, that isdefinitelyhim.”
Fuckinghell.
I listen harder, but I still can’t pinpoint her exact location. Some kind of office, maybe? Somewhere enclosed.
It’s enough to guide our search.
I slide my gun from my holster, checking the magazine. Amanda does the same.
I glance at her. “You ever cleared a building before?”
Amanda shoots me aseriously?look while chambering a round. “Yes.”
I raise a brow. “You know, you’re full of surprises.”
“Trust me, Callahan,” she says, voice smug. “I’ve got layers.”
I nod once. “I take point. You cover me. We clear as we go. Shoot for the legs. Easier to handle clean up legally and that way they can't follow.”
She nods.
