Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
I exhale, closing my eyes.
“We’re ready,” Riggs says, coming into the room with Pete by his side.
Adan, who is closest to Pete in height, is wearing his uniform. A cap pulled over his head should eliminate the potential for a camera picking him up. I’ve given them exact directions in and out of the house and told them where every camera is. Pete has also ensured they can get around it. The only camera that will pick them up is the one when they drive in, which is why Adan is dressed the way he is.
“You’re sure you know where the cameras are?” I ask, nervously.
“You’ve gone over it a thousand times,” Riggs answers. “We’ve got this. We won’t get caught.”
God.
“Has Becky text yet?” I fumble my hands together nervously.
“She text fifteen minutes ago. They both drank the drinks. By the time we get there, they’ll be out. She will be guiding us through the house, too, so we won’t run into any trouble or cameras. If, for some reason, they don’t drop out, she’ll let us know. It’s goin’ to be fine, Gabby.”
I nod and Remy pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead before joining the guys. Two trucks are going to follow Adan and wait just down the road, in case of trouble. Riggs is going in the truck with Adan, lying down on the backseat.
God, I hope this works.
Please god, let this work.
17
IT FEELS LIKE IT’S taking forever.
An hour passes slowly, so god damned slowly. Eve, Ramona, and Poppy try to distract me, but I can’t think, I can’t do anything but stare at my phone, waiting for a call. A call to tell me that they’ve got my father and everything is going to be fine.
That call hasn’t come yet.
“Hey,” Eve says, “it’s going to be okay. I know you’re nervous, but come and have a drink, try to unwind.”
I look up at her, then exhale and go over, sitting on the sofa, phone still in my hand. She hands me a vodka, and I drink it, swallowing it down so fast it burns, but the burn is a small distraction, and one I so desperately need right now.
“The guys will sort this out,” Ramona says, giving me a small smile. “They’re good at what they do. They’re going to get out of there.”
“What if they don’t?” I whisper. “What if they do and then they can’t get him to talk?”
“He’ll talk, I’m sure of it,” Poppy says. “Nobody is that strong.”
“You don’t know my father.”
She gives me a sympathetic smile.
My phone rings.
Well, technically, it’s a burner phone because nobody is going to have a conversation like this on my phone, one that’s likely bugged.
I just about drop it I’m so frantically trying to answer. I see Rigg’s name flash across the screen, and I put it on speaker the second I’ve accepted it.
“Well?” I say, my voice two octaves higher than it should be.
“We’ve got him. Took a bit longer than expected for the drugs to take effect, but they eventually did. Becky led us through, no camera in sight. We got in and we got out, didn’t run into any staff. Everything went well. We’re taking him to our secured location. We’ll be home later. You girls need to get some rest. Everything is going to be fine.”
I swallow. “Thank you. Riggs ... thank you so much.”
“It ain’t over yet, honey. We’ve got to get him to talk.”
“When can I talk to him?”
“Tomorrow. For now, go get some rest.”
I hand the phone to Eve and Ramona stands, hugging me tightly. “See, everything is going to be okay.”
“We’re one step in the right direction, but we still have a million more to go before we get what we need.”
“Maybe so, but some is better than none. Come on, you need to have a shower and sleep. It has been a long day.”
I hug her again, then Poppy and Eve, before going to the shower and standing under it for a good long time. By the time I get out, they’re gone. I’m here alone, which I haven’t been before. The house feels large, and scarily foreign. I go to Remy’s bed and tuck myself in, pulling the blanket up to my chin and closing my eyes.
I pray that whoever is out there will help us with this.
Let the right person get justice.
Let Constance finally rest in peace where she belongs.
I must fall asleep, because I’m woken to the door swinging open. It takes me a minute to realize that Remy is standing at the door, arms crossed. I can’t see his face, the room is dark, but by his stance, he’s pissed.
“Remy?” I ask, sitting up sleepily.
“Did you think we wouldn’t find out?”
I shake my head, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Your father told us. He told us every-fucking-thing.”