“It’s what she’s going to do. Or what I think she’s going to do. She is going to get into trouble. Someone needs to stop her. She won’t listen to me.”
A pause.
“I can’t. I’m on my way North. I can’t turn around. I’ve got something to take care of. Call Declan.”
“Fine,” I mutter. I didn’t want to ring Declan, but she has left me no choice it seems.
Not having his number when I hang up on Layton, not bothering to ask what his cloak and dagger mission is about, I ring David instead.
“I need to speak to Declan,” I say when he picks up.
“Well, hello to you too,” David drawls. “How come? Why can’t I help?”
“Do you want to restrain Ruby in her office so she doesn’t do something that is going to get her killed?”
“Err,” David mutters.
“Didn’t think so,” I grit out.
“I’ll hand you over,” he says, and I wait until the Irishman comes on the phone.
I relay my conversation with Ruby, and he says, “Hang on.”
I tap my foot as I hear him walking to her office and opening the door.
“Feck’s sake!” he roars, and my blood runs cold.
“What?” I ask in dread.
“She’s gone,” he spits out and hangs up.
“Fuck,” I growl and shove my phone back into my pocket and the gun in the back of my pants. Any sleep I was going to get will have to wait. The troops are needed to save the beautiful, fierce headstrong woman we all adore from herself. I fire off a text to Layton. His business is going to have to wait.
Ruby needs us.