Epilogue One
I’ve talked to three cops and four firefighters, who all tell me the same thing. This wasn’t an accident. After three months of nothing from Manzo, he strikes again. But why now?
“I have a missed call from Bianca.” Ryker walks up behind me, ignoring the detective trying to get his attention.
Pulling out my phone, I notice I have one too. I open my mouth to ask a question when someone grabs my hand. Out of reflex, I rip my hand away, automatically reaching for my gun. But when I see her, I pause.
Here she is again, following Bianca around like a little puppy. I noticed her the first night we found Bianca at Stardust and again when we chased her through the city. She was there helping Bianca escape us. And here she is, on a stretcher, right in the middle of things.
She pulls down the mask and whispers, “He’s going after her.”
My gaze whips to Ryker, who has his phone up to his ear, his eyes shining bright with panic before they shift, and the look of pure fury residing there sends a shiver down my spine. I’m one tough mother fucker, but I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that.
Ryker slowly lowers the phone, his face blank and void. Even though the phone isn’t on speaker, we can hear Bianca’s broken screams as he storms toward his vehicle .
“Ryker…” I slip my hand from hers and run after him, sliding into the passenger seat before he can pull out of the parking lot. As we speed through Manhattan, her pleas repeat in my mind.
“Ryker! Lincoln! Help me! Please! Somebody Please!”