Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“I’m carrying you,” he informed Paula. “Cecily will walk right beside us, but we have to hurry. We have medics waiting to help. You’ll be taken to a safe house. At that time, the cops will be involved. We prefer you don’t talk to them about us. No descriptions; simply say we wore masks.” The women would never know they were already wearing masks. If someone did eventually talk, the descriptions would never match a single member of Torpedo Ink.
Maestro was as careful as possible when he lifted Paula into his arms. She gasped and jammed her fist into her mouth. “Sorry,” he whispered. He hoped Billows died hard.
Several members of Torpedo Ink met them in the tunnel to aid the women with the worst injuries. They had long shirts to cover them so when they emerged from the tunnel and got into the two vans waiting for them, they wouldn’t feel quite so vulnerable.
Billows pulled into the club parking lot, Player announced.
Maestro lifted a hand toward Cecily. Then he turned and jogged back through the tunnel, racing through the maze of corridors to get upstairs before Billows entered the building. Ink’s disguise as the outside guard hopefully would pass muster. Billows, as a rule, didn’t speak with his guards often.
He’s coming up the walkway toward the door, Ink announced.
I have him in my sights, Lana confirmed. You’re covered, Ink. Unless I miss.
Very funny, Steele said.
Maestro managed to make it up the stairs and took up a position deep in the shadows behind the guard’s desk, where Preacher sat looking bored.
I dropped my cell and had to fish it out of the brush so he couldn’t see me clearly, Ink reported. He’s going in. Savage and Destroyer are waiting for the door to be opened.
Billows strode straight up to the desk. “You’re looking lazy tonight, Bobby,” he greeted.
Preacher stretched his arms out and deliberately yawned.
Billows grinned. “You need to visit the rooms downstairs more. You won’t be so bored.”
Preacher gave him the thumbs-up and then fished for his cell as if he had a call. Billows stepped around the desk, heading toward the concealed lock on the door. Maestro waited for him to open the door before he was on him. The blow to the head stunned Billows. Maestro flung him to the floor facedown, half in and half out of the doorway. He and Preacher searched him after they restrained his arms and legs, tying him as if he were a steer at a rodeo. They removed the switch for the bombs, along with his cell phone and three guns.
Savage and Destroyer entered and followed Maestro and Preacher, who were dragging Billows not-so-gently down the stairs. The entire way, Billows threatened them, mainly concentrating on Preacher, still believing him to be Bobby.
It took less than an hour for them to get the information they needed before they killed Billows. They left the body in the room where his men had tortured and killed McGrady. As usual after a successful mission, they all met back at the Airbnb they had rented to go over every move they’d made. It was considered necessary to spot any flaws in the planning. Thirty minutes into the debriefing, Maestro glanced down at his vibrating phone. 911. That was all, but it came from Azelie’s number.
His heart climbed into his throat. “Is Fatei with Zelie?”
“We pulled him off when we took Billows,” Steele answered, looking up from the videos they were going through. They always went over a mission while it was fresh in their minds. “He’s headed back to Caspar.”
Maestro’s throat got tight. His phone rang. Doug Parsons calling. “Don’t have time, Doug,” he barked.
“Billows dragged Azelie from her apartment and took her away in a black SUV. Carlton and I are following. The widows insisted on coming along.”
“That can’t be. Billows is gone.”
“I’m looking right at him. I wasn’t the only witness. Several people from her apartment building saw him take her.”
“Doug says Billows has Azelie,” Maestro reported to the others. “He’s following the SUV right now.”
Every head snapped up, and all eyes were instantly on him. Code sank into a chair in front of one of his screens. “Tell me streets so I can pick them up.”
“Billows is dead,” Savage assured everyone in the room. He looked at Destroyer for confirmation. “We fucking killed the bastard.”
“Put him out of his misery after he finally gave up a few names and where to locate them. Once he started talking, he couldn’t say enough,” Destroyer added.
“Someone who looks a hell of a lot like Billows just took her,” Maestro declared. “Doug, we need that information now.”
NINETEEN
Azelie knew she was in trouble. Real trouble. Alan Billows was smoldering with fury. He’d burst into her apartment, strode across the small space and punched her right in the face before she could even speak. Her cheekbone felt as if it had exploded. She had the presence of mind to hang on to her phone as she went down. He kicked her twice in the thigh, deadening her leg, but she managed to get a short message to Andrii, hoping he understood her 911. Billows ripped the phone from her hand and flung it across the room before dragging her up by her hair.