Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Where the hell do you get all these things?”
He glances around. “I’m outfitted by the Wolfe family. They’ve got the highest tech in security. They’ve had to, to keep their fathers’ victims safe. And even then, it hasn’t always worked. I could tell you stories about what happened to Kelly.”
“Fuck.”
“Another time, man. First things first. Kelly’s home safe, behind locked doors and behind our dogs. I’ve got a security system that’s better than this one.”
“Do you?”
“You better fucking believe it.”
He grabs a few other gadgets, none of which I recognize, but I don’t bother to ask what they are.
“So what do we do first?
“This all appears to be electronic, so once I isolate the code, I can disable all the cameras and all the sirens.”
“And open the gate?”
“And open the gate.”
I draw a breath, very aware of the pistol that I’ve never fired in my waistband.
It’s been eight years since I fired a gun.
Last time was when Hawk and I were out doing target practice and we stumbled upon those drugs.
I have to believe it’s like riding a bike. It will come back to me.
I pull the gun out of my waistband, feel it in my hand, consider its weight.
It’s a Sig Sauer. Not a brand I’ve ever shot. I prefer Smith & Wesson or Glock.
“You okay?” Leif asks.
“Just getting to know the piece.”
“Let’s hope you don’t have to use it. But it’s your basic nine-millimeter.”
“Yeah. Just been a long time is all.”
“You’ll be fine. If push comes to shove, you’re going to be glad you have it.”
“I hate leaving the damned phone in the car. Savannah may try to get in contact with me. Or Raven. What if Raven’s bloodwork comes back?”
“Falcon, Raven’s bloodwork will come back. And it’s either going to be good news or bad news. When you get the news isn’t going to change that.”
He’s right of course.
“But Savannah…”
“It’s doubtful Savannah will have a chance to get in touch with you. But if she does, and we find out she’s not here, you’ll see the message when we get back.”
“It might be too late by then.”
“Fine. Bring your damned cell phone. But turn it off. Turn it off until I have the system disabled.”
I sigh in relief. I open the car door, grab my cell phone, look to see if there’s any news. There isn’t, so I click it off and shove it in my pocket.
“Thanks,” I say.
“Don’t thank me. I still have to disable the damned thing.”
38
SAVANNAH
“Let me show you to your room,” Maggie says.
“You mean to your son’s room?”
She shakes her head. “He won’t touch you tonight. Not until you’re legally wed.”
“Really? I suppose I should be thankful for that.”
She doesn’t look at me. In fact, it’s almost like she prefers not to look at me. “It’s a one-night reprieve, Savannah. Enjoy it.”
“I will.”
She doesn’t know I’ll be trying to figure out a way to get out of here.
This place is as secure as Fort Knox, though. I should know because I grew up in a house like it.
I went to private school, driven by a private car and driver. I wore the uniform. Until we moved my senior year. And I had to start over.
And everything that precipitated the move.
Vinny’s disappearance.
Michael’s marriage and eventual death.
It’s all too much to deal with.
Several servants are milling around, and I wonder for a moment why one of them isn’t showing me to my quarters. Why the lady of the house is doing it herself.
But I don’t ask. One thing I know about families like this, having grown up in one—nothing is done without a reason.
I follow Maggie up the left side of the double-sided stairway leading to the second floor. She leads me down the left hallway, and then she opens the door with a key.
“Here you are. I’m sure you’ll be very comfortable here.”
I walk into a suite. The living area is complete with a sofa, wingback chairs, and a bookshelf.
It leads into a bedroom. A king-sized bed is covered in royal blue, and the en suite bathroom is complete with a giant jetted tub and a walk-in steam shower, all done in marble and granite.
“I don’t like to do this, Savannah, but I’m going to have to lock you in.”
“I suspected as much.”
“Food will be brought to you.”
“Thank you. I’m hungry.”
I’m not, but I like the idea of having utensils. They’ll probably give me a dull knife. But you can do a lot of damage with a fork.
“I’ll see that you get a meal shortly.”
“Thank you.”
“Feel free to relax.”
“There’s no television.”
“No, afraid not. And I’ll need to look in your purse.”
“Why?”
She takes my purse from me. Opens it. Pulls out my phone. “Because of this. I have to take it, Savannah.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “I haven’t touched it.”
I forced myself not to, even though I was dying to send Falcon a message.