Page 95 of Dollhouse

I block them out completely, something isn’t right.

That was easy. That was too fucking easy. The fucker intentionally ran that red light, knowing the camera would snap a picture of the license plate, knowing that we would find it.

This is a set up.

He’s setting us up and luring us to him knowing we’ll come for her.

Son of a bitch!

I look up and for the first time Ro looks at me, and I know that he and King are thinking the same thing.

“Get us an address,” I say looking at Maverick who’s busy typing away on his computer. “This fucker wants us to come to him and fall prey to his trap, so let’s do it.”

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It tooka couple of hours and a few phone calls for Maverick to get an address. While we were waiting for him, Detective Reynolds had called me to say that Tate’s cell phone was clean.

No fingerprints, which I expected.

Rowen made the calls to gather us a team of backup to go with us to the address that the fucker was luring us to.

We were running into his trap and no idea what the fuck to expect.

It takes less than one hour for our living room to be filled with men who are willing to risk their lives for us.

We have a great team, and I’ll be sure to triple the pay for anyone who survives the mission.

We’re all fully geared up wearing black from head to toe, bulletproof vests, knives strapped to our bodies, and guns locked and loaded in their holsters and in the back of our waistband.

King being King, of course has an AK-47 strapped to him.

I look over at him with a raise of an eyebrow and he just shrugs and gives me a smirk.

“Mav, go over the information again,” I say, adjusting my holster at my sides.

“The van is registered to a Tyson Holbrook. Here is his DMV photo, and all the information I was able to find on him. He’s single, lives alone at the address on his driver’s license, and is a carpenter, probably hence the van. He’s your normal average Joe. Pays his taxes, no large transactions or withdrawals, but he is in debt up to his ears.” He explains the information he found for the fourth time, and everyone in the room stops to listen. I’ve heard it already. I’ve read over everything. I’ve memorized everything, and this isn’t the guy we’re looking for.

He’s a decoy.

Maverick and Rowen show the rest of the guys the images of the house they located online.

I’ve memorized that too.

I even took it a step further and found the original blueprints and listing for the house and looked at the inside, learning about every single twist and turn. We couldn’t afford any surprises, and I wanted to eliminate this fucker’s element of surprise. I knew he wasn’t working alone, no way in hell he was. Someone else was making him do the dirty work, I just didn’t know how many others were involved.

We were going in nearly blind. Not sure what the fuck to expect but knowing what our goal was.

Kill the bastard and get our girl.

We bring her home safe, and that’s all that matters.

It takesus an hour to get to the address of Tyson Holbrook.

The house, as we already learned, is secluded. It’s outside of town and far enough away from any neighbors that no one will hear us. Not that we care, considering once people learn the Triad’s involved, they won’t bother fucking with us or calling the police. Everyone knows that we rule this city, and this house is within our fucking limits.

Like that would stop us anyways.

The red brick family style house sits on a hill, the porch lights on and that black van in the driveway.

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