49. Bishop
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
BISHOP
T he itch beneath my skin is relentless as we make our way across the city, careful that we’re not being followed.
We take the subway three stops, and then jump on another line before making our way back to street level.
We move through the empty sidewalks, our hands wrapped around our guns stashed in our waistbands, waiting for someone to jump out at us, but so far there’s been no one.
“Something’s wrong,” I say as I look over my shoulder at Kovu and Kaos.
“You’re being paranoid,” Kaos replies as he moves past me and peeks around the corner we’re approaching.
“No, I’m not.” I sigh. “No one is following us. They should be following us.”
“We’ve been careful, we probably just lost them,” Kovu tells me as we round the corner.
We’re close to the safe house now. It’s one that we purchased recently and that no one knows about apart from the four of us and Wyatt, which should mean we’ll be safe there, but I’m on edge. I don’t like any of this.
“Crew and Camilla should be at the house by now, and then we’ll work out what to do next.” Kaos takes another turn down an alley. We’ve taken the longest possible route to make sure we were able to lose anyone following us, but there hasn’t been anyone since we left the compound, and that’s what worries me.
“I think we should leave the city. Even if it’s just for a few days, it’ll give Wyatt and Everett time to track down our next lead.” Kovu flicks his eyes around the empty street again. It won’t be long before it’s bustling with early morning pedestrians making coffee runs and rushing to work, but for now we’re mostly alone.
I nod my agreement as I pull my phone from my pocket and check the tracking app. I’ve been trying to stop myself, trying to remind myself that they’re safe and that Crew wouldn’t let anything happen to our girl, but I can’t force down the little voice telling me that something’s wrong.
The app refreshes, and I let out a sigh of relief when I find the two trackers exactly where we expected them to be, waiting for us at the safe house.
“You convinced now?” Kaos raises a brow at me, and I look up to find I’ve been caught red-handed, but I’m not going to be embarrassed by how much I care about Camilla. She’s our entire world, and if that means I’m going to be a little more on edge than normal, then that’s just going to be how it is from now on.
I nod as we exit the alley and walk another couple of hundred yards until we stop at an apartment building.
Kovu steps past me and types in the code, and I raise a brow at him, but he just shrugs. He’s always been good with numbers, but this isn’t one I expected him to remember.
We make our way up the steps, all on high alert as we move toward the third floor where the spacious apartment is waiting for us. It’s one of our many properties around the city, but this one is much more nondescript than most of the others, making it the perfect place to hide out.
I pause at the door before I pull out the key I stashed in my pocket before we left the compound. The lock clicks a moment before I push the door open and find the empty space staring back at me.
“Camilla? Crew?” I call out as we file into the room and lock the door behind us.
The apartment has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a gym, so there’s a chance they’re just getting cleaned up or something, but the same unease I’ve been feeling since we left the compound rolls over me.
I walk deeper into the apartment, and Kovu and Kaos are on my heels, but the only sound in the place is our footfall on the tiles beneath our feet.
Panic slips around my throat, and I can barely breathe as we pass each room and find it empty, until we reach the bedroom at the end of the hall with the door closed.
I try to rationalize that they’ll be on the other side of the door, but when I clutch the door handle between my fingers, I swallow heavily, knowing it will be empty just like all the others.
The door swings open, and Kaos pushes past me with his gun in his hands, clearing the room for threats before Kovu and I step inside, but my eyes are locked on the bed where there’s a small patch of blood with something in the center.
It’s not until I step closer that I realize what it is.
Two trackers sit in the middle of the comforter, and my stomach bottoms out.
They have Crew and Camilla, and we have no way of finding them.