46. Crew
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CREW
“ P ull over up here, and we’ll walk the rest of the way,” I tell Bishop. Kaos’s car came to a stop inside the cemetery a few minutes ago, and Kovu’s tracker has been in the center for a while now.
The question is, why would Caleb want to have things come to a head at the cemetery Camilla’s parents are buried in?
I check my phone and sigh when I see a message from Wyatt.
Wyatt: Your girl is real pissed. Just an FYI. I’m keeping an eye on her, but she’s been rifling around inside a drawer for the last five minutes looking for something.
Crew: Let us know if anything changes.
I pocket my phone and shove my way out of the car. It’s not often I regret wearing a suit, but today is one of those days.
We round the car, and when Bishop pops the trunk, he quickly lifts the false bottom and uncovers the firearms that are hidden away from prying eyes.
I reach for two more guns to go with the one already sitting in my waistband, while Bishop grabs one and a smoke bomb, making me raise a brow at him.
“What? We have no clue what we’re walking into, the element of surprise is all we can hope for at this point.”
“We’re going to split up. Kaos is already moving through the cemetery, according to his last text.”
“Don’t you think they’ll be anticipating that? This is Caleb we’re talking about, he knows all our tricks.”
“It’s our only option.”
“Should we call for backup?”
“Not until we know what we’re walking into.”
It’s a risk, but one we’re going to have to take because I’m not willing to get our people killed walking into something we haven’t felt out first.
Bishop nods, and before he can say anything else, I take off into the trees that surround the cemetery.
I clutch my gun tightly as I move around the edge of the gravestones, keeping my eyes and ears open as I move. Bishop was right about one thing: Caleb will be expecting this.
Divide and conquer, as we used to call it.
Going into an unknown situation as a group may seem like a better idea on paper, but in execution, it means if one of you is captured, you’re all captured. If one of you is killed, you’re all killed. At least this way, there’s more of a chance of the mission being successful with as few casualties as possible.
A voice carries over the hill in front of me, and I pause in place, but I can’t make out what they’re saying.
How many men does he have working for him? And where did they come from?
Some would be Davenport’s guys, but I don’t think he’d be willing to risk too many of his men when there are already rumblings about his leadership after he failed to marry Camilla and take the De Marco territory as he promised he would.
A branch snaps behind me, and I duck behind a mausoleum, flattening myself against the cold stone at my back.
The footsteps grow closer, and I hold my breath, holding my gun in the direction of the person approaching, but before they can step around the corner, the barrel of a gun presses to my temple.
“Drop the gun,” Caleb says as he steps up in front of me, his dark eyes exactly as I remember them.
I thought I’d be prepared the first time I saw him. That knowing he was alive would be enough to cut through the shock of the brother I buried standing in front of me. But I was wrong.
For a moment, I consider shooting him and facing the inevitable bullet to my brain, but this is about more than just me, and I need to keep us all safe, even if that means doing it unarmed.
“Long time, no see, little brother.” He smirks as I drop the gun to the damp grass, and the guy behind me pulls both extra firearms from the back of my pants.
“Whose fault is that?” I snap.
“Well, that depends on who you ask, I suppose.” He chuckles and looks over my shoulder. “Take him to the others.”