Page 40 of Luke's Revenge (Walker Security - Lucifer's Trilogy 3)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Luke

Ana’s gaze jerks to the doorway and mine follows, but I see nothing but the door opening and shutting. My hand goes to her leg. “What is it?”

“I don’t know,” she replies. “I thought I saw—I thought I saw,” she glances over at me, “my boss. But he’s dead, right?”

“That’s what we were told.” I grab my phone and text Blake, asking him to check out the cameras on the street. He replies with confirmation, a location, and instructions. “We’re clear to go to the safe house.” I toss cash on the table. “Leave your phone.” I set mine on the table.

“You think our phones are being tracked? I thought Blake had that covered?”

“He does, but it seems like everywhere we go, someone else has us covered, too.”

“Please tell me you don’t think this is a Walker insider.”

“It’s not, and I just exchanged messages with Blake. He says he’s 99.99% certain our phones were not hacked, but since Parker was with us, he says we have to err on the side of caution. I have no idea what that means and I don’t care. I just want us free of this shit.” I toss my phone in my soda and she follows suit, doing the same with hers.

“Blake’s digging deeper on your boss,” I say. “I hate to think we’re supposed to believe he’s dead and he’s not because this shit is getting deep.”

“It looked like him,” I reply, “and as Kurt use to say: if it looks like a rat, it’s a rat. And if that rat makes your hair stand on end, shoot it.”

“Well, let’s hope he follows us now and we can take that advice.” I motion to the back door where I lift a staying hand, while I poke my head into the back alleyway, and clear our path. Once Ana’s on the street with me, we move quickly and silently, snag another vehicle rather easily this time—a sedan parked outside a strip mall store—and hit the road. I spend twenty minutes driving us around, both of us checking the mirrors.

When I’m positive we’re not only clear, but that we’re also not even around any street cameras, I drive us toward the safe house, which is another Airbnb. Turns out it’s a mansion of a place in a ritzy neighborhood. We pull up to the gate and obviously, Blake is watching because they open when we pull forward. The garage is no different.

We pull into the well-lit space and the doors close behind us. I’m out of the vehicle before they do, watching for any little pest who might think to sneak in before we’re locked into safety. The instant we’re clear from behind, I’m facing the door. Ana meets me at the front of the car, and I move to the door, open it, and move inside a long hallway. I can feel and hear Ana at my back, aware of her and of the need to protect her. And while I have no reason to believe anyone would be here, not with Blake clearing our path, today keeps driving home the need to be cautious.

An archway appears in my path and I step beneath it and freeze.

Caution has proven to be my friend.

We are not alone.

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