CHAPTER 86
Palm Beach International Airport
The pilot gave me the Prepare for landing alert, so I punched in Meg’s number and let it ring. Nothing. Fucking cell phones on planes. I hung up and tried again. Shit.
Oliver pulled his phone and dialed Teagan: Nothing. Rudy: Voicemail. Si: Same. I was getting worried. Nobody was answering. What the fuck? There was no one else to call. How could all their phones be out of range or turned off when they knew we would be calling?
I dialed Si again. He answered on the third ring.
“Si? What’s going on?”
“They took her, Nat—they’ve got Meg.” Si sounded punch-drunk, slurring his words. “They shot me and they took Meg.” He was on the verge of tears, almost hyperventilating.
Fucking Russians. I knew it was those fuckers.
“Si, calm down, man,” I said slowly but firmly. “It’s okay. Take a breath. Just tell me where you’re shot and how much you’re bleeding.” I looked at Oliver and shook my head.
“Not bleeding. I was tranked.”