Page 4 of Retribution
I roll my eyes when we step inside and find Killian alert and getting ready to yank the IV from his arm.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, and he glances at me with a smirk on his face.
“Getting out of here. Where’s Heather?”
Fuck. Telling him will not convince him to stay in the hospital to get the medical attention he needs. There is no avoiding his question, so I guess I’ll go with the ‘rip the bandaid off’ approach.
“Noah, the brother, took her.”
Carter interrupts me and finishes my sentence.
“At fucking gunpoint. She went with him-”
I take a deep breath as the hatred fills me, hatred for myself that she did this to protect us. Carter shakes his head as if he can’t even believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“To save us. He was going to kill us to hurt her, and our fucking crazy girl was not going to allow that to happen.”
Killian balls his hands into fists, his face turning red with fury.
“Goddamn it. Why would she fucking do that?”
Carter grabs a bag from under the bed that has Killian’s clothing in it, and rummages through it.
“Where the fuck is your cell phone?”
Kill grabs his phone from beside him and holds it up, and I grab it from him, quickly pulling up the tracker.
We are all color-coded on the tracker. Killian is red, Carter is black, I’m blue and Heather, the obvious choice, is purple. All of our dots are on the map except for hers. Why isn’t she showing on the fucking tracker?
“Her dot isn’t there.”
Carter snatches the phone from my hand and paces back and forth.
He stares at the phone, holding it in one hand, while running his free hand through his hair, pulling aggressively.
“How can she just disappear? Where the fuck are you, Little Heathen?”
I turn to Killian with a warning.
“Keep your fucking stubborn ass in that bed so we don’t have to tell Heather bad news when we find her. We will find her, but we have to go talk to Benji about this goddamn tracker.. Stay fucking put, Killian. I’m not kidding.”
I want to smack him when he holds his finger up.
“Want me to pinky swear, brother? I will. Pinky swear. Promise. Scout’s honor. All that shit. I’ll fucking stay here, but you better call me when you find her.”
I glance at the IV bag, wondering what drugs my brother is on, but shake my head and walk to the door with Carter beside me.
“Do you believe he’ll stay here?”
Laughing as I shake my head I say, “Not a fucking chance but neither of us can stay to babysit a grown man.”
I meant what I said. We will fucking find her. If Noah has hurt her as we suspect, he’s going to pay dearly for his crimes. There is nowhere far enough he could take her to keep her from us. Tracker or not, we are taking back what’s ours.
Chapter Three
CARTER
Istand towering over Bones’ intel guy, Benji, imagining choking the fucking life out of him.
