Chapter 31
Chapter
Thirty-One
FLETCHER
From the moment I exited the building, I knew I had eyes on me.
The problem for them was that I wasn’t planning on leading them to where they were hoping I would.
As if I’d leave my best friend and my girl’s best friend to suffer in a way I know only monsters like Harrison Clark can inflict.
And after everything Nathan risked for me when we rescued Dylan, I’d be damned if I abandoned him now.
Instead of going back to the van where Dyer was, I decided to circle the block, shooting a quick text to give him an update on the situation.
I thought about texting Dylan, but if she knew what was happening she’d come down here, and there was no way in hell I was letting her get close to something like this again…
as intriguing as the thought of tying her up and leaving her at my mercy was.
I’m crouched behind the rusted utility box across the road, binoculars pressed to my eyes.
The warehouse glows faintly under the sodium streetlights.
It’s been several hours now, several hours too long.
But no matter what plan I come up with, there’s no doubt it’s going to end in bloodshed.
I’m not stupid enough to think they’ve reduced their security alert, and I know they’re waiting for me to reappear.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath. The original plan had died the moment Nathan kicked in that back door.
Now it was improvisation. Inside that building were at least twenty armed men, a trafficking ring worth millions, and the worst kind of psychopath running the show.
And two people I wasn’t leaving behind. I lower the binoculars and glance at the small tablet in my lap.
The feed from Thea’s camera had been cut a while ago, but I still have something.
The building schematics. Old ones, incomplete, but enough given the time crunch I had to get them in as soon as I was able to make a phone call.
“Alright, it’s now or never.” Because if I don’t move now, Nathan and Thea won’t make it out alive.