Page 82 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“We all do. But you guys will be entering a hostile environment. At least take one of us. Leave Ghost and T-Bone here.”

That sure sounded like Grim was volunteering to tag along.

When she glanced over at her sister, Indie gave her a slight jerk of her chin. “We can do this.”

Holy hell, Vi sure as fuck hoped so.

Because Reaper’s life depended on it.

Reaper sat on the ground with his back against the wall, his arms crossed over his knees, and his forehead pressed to his forearms.

The Chens had handcuffed him in the front, handed him a bottle of what he assumed was water, and then had thrown him into this room.

He had no idea how long he’d been sitting there. With no light and no windows, he lost track of time.

Even after his eyes adjusted, he could hardly see his hand in front of his face.

As soon as they closed the door, he immediately tested it for any weak areas. He had felt along the walls for windows. He crawled along the floor, searching for anything he could use as a weapon.

He had found nothing. He only had his clothes and the assumed bottle of water, which he dared not drink. They had taken everything he had in his pockets, but somehow missed the fact that he had a tracking device in his boot.

Thank fuck.

That little device Indie wanted to test might be the only thing that could save him. If it worked and the signal could penetrate the room where he was being held. If for some reason the walls were lined with steel, he’d be shit out of luck.

However, from what he could tell, where he was imprisoned was only some sort of storage room that had been stripped bare.

He pushed the fact that he was hungry and thirsty out of his mind. Mostly, because he had to concentrate on the important fact that he was alive.

And hopefully would remain so as long as they thought he might be of some value.

To them, he might be a useful commodity, not a living, breathing being.

But he’d take it. Anything to give Vi and his teammates some time to find and retrieve him from this mess.

But for now, all he could do is wait.

Vi threw a quick glance over at her sister in the passenger seat of the Terradyne. She had her laptop open and was keeping an eye on their progress on the map, as well as Reaper’s location.

“Any movement?”

“None. Vi, that could be a good sign.”

Or it could be really bad. He could already be dead or if they found the tracker, they were luring her and her sister into an ambush.

If that happened and she or her sister were injured or worse, their father would kill her.

If she wasn’t dead already.

Could someone die twice? If so, Diesel would be the one to pull that feat off.

A sob attempted to work its way free, but she told it to fuck off. She had no time to feel sorry for Reaper or herself.

She had a job to do.

“How much longer to wherever that warehouse is?”

Indie answered, “GPS says about thirty-five minutes.”