Page 129 of A Deadly Game of Cat and Mouse

That had been made clear from the start. Each of us had to concentrate solely on our part. We couldn’t ask who the other players were or what they did. That way, if we got caught, we couldn’t say anything.

My girl frowned when she heard her ring tone just as I was about to reach for another bite of my egg.

“What’s wrong?”

“The call is coming from my secondary phone.”

“Don’t answer it.”

“I can’t. What if it’s important?”

“It can wait.” The Guild could go hang for all I care. But she was already reaching for her phone.

“It’s an unlisted number.” Her frown became even more pronounced at this. Guild phones were equipped with data filter technology.

Not only couldn’t you call them unless you had their number, but their software immediately decrypted the number of the person calling when they hit the call button.

“Answer it. Put it on speakerphone.” She did as I ordered.

“How did you get this number?”

“I need your help. It’s about Elizabeth,” Asheron Aslanov responded on the other line, which made me inhale sharply.

The Russian became a part of my family when Elise and her fucker of a husband got married a couple of years ago.

I don’t like Vasily. The boy was brash, hot-headed and dangerous as fuck when his temper was triggered. Elle was way too good for the bastard, but she loved him.

“You have two minutes before I hang up and set people on you.”

“I only need one.”

“Why are you calling me about Elizabeth?”

“They took her.”

“What?! When?”

“Last night.”

My girl got up and pulled out her other phone before turning it toward me. There were fifteen missed calls.

Shit. I hurriedly put on my clothes.

“How do you know this?”

“My uncle called me.” Sarah frowned in confusion at his answer.

“Why would Ethan call you about Lizzie? Aren’t you the fucker who broke her heart in high school?” My girl was booting on her computer as they talked.

“It’s complicated.”

“Make it uncomplicated, or this conversation is going to be a short one,” she said as she typed on her computer.

“I’ve been watching over her for a long time.”

Something clicked in my head, and I signed it to Sarah.

“You were the shooter at Winthrop Financials.”

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