Page 93 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

“You told her we keep him upstairs and away from the smoke when we stay?”

“She didn’t let me get a word in.”

“Sounds like her,” I said fondly.

Rasheed grinned and headed to the back rooms. “I like her.”

“She’s mine.”

“I’m aware, Boss.” Rasheed spun back to me, a finger pointed up. “By the way, I wanted to ask you something about the footage I saw.”

I stiffened, my nerves on high alert. “The one from the island?”

“The one from the store.”

“The store? Did we have a break-in?”

“No, that’s not it.” Rasheed fished into his pocket for his phone and clicked on a video. “When you asked me to look over the island’s security tapes, it got me curious.”

“About what?”

“The day Reid got out of his crib. It still bothers me that it happened on my watch.”

“You said he climbed out.”

“That’s what I thought.” His eyes sober, he pointed to a shadow on the screen. “But look.”

The shadow moved deftly in the video, its steps practiced as if it knew where every camera was angled and intentionally avoided them.

An expert.

Someone like me.

A moment later, the video filled with static.

“What happened?” I demanded.

“The footage was erased.” He swiped to another video and pointed. “This is the camera feed for the bar. As you can see, Reid is outside now.”

The muscles in my jaw tensed. “He didn’t climb out. He was taken.”

“I tried to look for more clues, but I couldn’t find anything.” Rasheed swept his finger to another video. “This is the camera feed of the back entrance. They were too many people on the street and the delivery guys were moving up and down. It’s hard to tell who it was.”

He was right. The back entrance camera pointed to a trafficked path. Tourists in straw hats strolled by, making way for golf carts. It would be impossible to pick out…

I stiffened, my eyes grazing across a familiar face.

“Boss?”

Panic mounting, I scrambled out of my chair. “Rasheed, take Reid to the island. Don’t answer the door for anyone but me.”

“Boss? What’s going on?” Shocked brown eyes followed me as I grabbed my wallet. “Did you see something?”

I ran through the door, his calls of ‘Boss! Boss!’ rolling down my back.

I had to get to Angel.

Time was ticking.

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