Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“No, that’s not what we were hired to do. We keep her until we get the word, and then we end her,” the first voice said. It was deeper, so I was pretty sure it was the smaller man with dark hair.
“Aye, it just seems like a waste. A perfectly good girl like that, we should get some use out of her before sending her back to her maker.” The owner of this voice, with its hint of an accent, seemed upset. It was the larger ginger man who’d hit me.
“We don’t have the time. We’re under very specific orders.”
“What do you mean we don’t have the time? We’re just fucking sitting here waiting for a phone call. I could be balls-deep in that cunt right now.”
I had to swallow down the whimper of fear that rose from my chest, clamping my hands over my mouth in case I couldn’t stifle it all.
“I don’t understand why we’re taking orders from that old bitch anyway,” the second voice continued, in a whine that was almost petulant.
“Because not only is that bitch paying us far more than any contract we’ve ever received, she also assures us that as soon as this is all over and we’ve taken care of the whore inside, she will make sure her son stops investigating our family. Not only is this one job going to get us through winter, but it’s also going to keep everyone out of jail.”
“And as I said, I understand that. I just don’t understand why we can’t take advantage of that girl now. She’s here. It’s not like they’re going to want her back at any point.”
I couldn’t listen to them anymore. I knew Harrison’s mother was an uptight bitch, but sending the mob to kill me seemed a bit extreme even for her. Though Harrison had admitted to me that she may have been behind the kidnapping and blackmail of another girl, to get back at her son-in-law.
What did I know? Maybe this was right up Mary Quinn Astrid’s alley. Hell, this might not even have been the first time she’d done this. I’d bet that bitch had a playbook that would be the envy of Al Capone himself.
The only thing that was clear was if I stayed here, I was going to die.
Not today, motherfuckers.
I started backing up slowly, trying to make my way around the perimeter of the room to find another door. There had to be another way out of this warehouse, something that would lead me to safety. I headed back down to the first corner and started moving along the other wall. I was about halfway to the next corner when I was pretty sure I could see another door. It wasn’t one of the large metallic doors that would lead outside, but it was something. I didn’t know if it led to an office or another room, but there just had to be a way out through that door.
The large metal door behind me opened, creaking on its hinges as the two men stepped inside, one of them on the phone.
“Yeah, I understand, it’ll be done immediately, and the photos will be sent from the girl’s phone. Did you want her body found or do you want her to just disappear?”
They were silent for a moment. I tried to creep closer to the other door and hopefully my freedom.
“I understand, ma’am. You’ll have the photo soon.” He hung up the phone and must have looked up to where the chair sat and saw it was empty, because the big one yelled, “She’s over there, the little bitch is trying to get away.” They both started running in my direction.
As fast as I could, I ran toward the other door, stepping on a shard of glass that buried itself deep in my foot. I couldn’t let that stop me. I didn’t know if it was the cold temperature or the adrenaline, but I couldn’t feel it as I hobbled as quickly as I could to the door. My hands were on the rusted knob and starting to twist when I was grabbed by the back of my borrowed shirt and thrown to the floor.
One of the men grabbed my collar again, yanked me up to my knees, and pressed the barrel of a gun to my temple.
CHAPTER 41
HARRISON
Reid came marching back into my living room, where Marksen, Luc, and I were still making calls and trying to find out who would have taken Eddie, and where.
We were pretty sure it was the Irish mob, but the “why” was becoming less and less clear.
I had assumed it was because they found out I had an open investigation on them, but Detective Doyle hadn’t been bailed out yet. It wasn’t impossible that he’d gotten word to his family, but it wasn’t likely. And even then, he just knew of evidence tampering, not that I had connected him to the O’Murphy clan.