“Before these guys left the mansion, Matteo gave Diesel a watch with a hidden GPS locator in it. He was worried that Diesel might go on another bender and run off. With this watch, Matteo could track his movements.”
“You tagged the guy?” Zero asked, shocked and kind of happy as fuck.
“We like to think of it as showing we care,” Chase added, shrugging his shoulders, not seeming offended in the slightest.
“It wasn’t until after I finished interrogating Mr. Yellow that I remembered Diesel had been wearing that watch. Then it was just a matter of logging into my app.”
Zero was impressed.
He took a step closer to examine something on Marc’s cheek.
“Is that… blood?” Zero asked, swiping the crimson fluid from the man’s face before wiping it against the back of his jeans. Yup, definitely blood.
Marc shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, we needed answers, and we didn’t have a lot of time. I used the quick method.”
“What about the pill they had D take when he entered the club? Could that be harmful to him?” Chase asked, reloading his gun like he was heading back into war.
“That was one of the questions I had to ask our perverted friend. Apparently, the red pills are designer drugs that knock out the user, causing them to forget the past six hours. It’s convenient when you don’t want people remembering wherethey were or what they were doing. I have a feeling that was what the doc was picking up at that motel the other night. It isn’t a drug that you can purchase over the counter.”
“So where the fuck are they taking my best friend?” Jared asked, appearing out of nowhere. He squeezed in between Zero and Chase, craning his neck to see the tablet.
His hair was caked in blood, and he had a nasty cut running along his torso.
The important thing was that they all still had their limbs attached, and all were breathing—some heavier than others.
So where was Diesel?
That was the million-dollar question.
They turned back to the screen and watched as the red dot moved south across the London Orbital Motorway. The flashing stopped about eighty kilometers south of where they were currently standing.
“That’s it! That’s where they’ve taken him,” Zero shouted, relieved and excited. They had a chance at getting him back!
The dot sat there for a few moments before starting to move once again. Chase and Zero exchanged a glance.
Where were they taking him?
They watched in confusion as the moving dot began to dim.What the heck was happening?Then it happened. The dot vanished from the screen.
“What the—” Zero gasped, his eyes bulging from his head. “What just happened?”
He snapped his head toward Marc, hoping for some sort of explanation. Marc was the one who created the damn thing, wasn’t he?
Marc’s eyebrows bunched together, clearly annoyed by whatever the disappearing red dot meant.
“My guess is that Diesel is now inside a lead container.”
“What?” Zero screeched a little too high-pitched for even his own liking. “What do you mean ‘in a lead container’?”
Was he being buried alive? Was he being trafficked across the border? Was he…He didn’t want to think of what other horrifying situation could befall the man who he was falling madly in love with.
Glancing at his watch, Marc scrunched his face before turning his attention back to Zero.
“Judging by how the dot faded slowly before disappearing altogether, that would suggest that the signal was growing weak due to an interference. My guess is that they placed him inside something lead.”
Zero couldn’t believe this. How could they have lost him once again?
“Wh-why would you build a shitty-ass tracker that can be so easily blocked?” Zero was pissed. Marc was a smart guy; why would he build something so inferior?
