“You don’t have a destination yet,” Nitro reminded him.
“I will by the time I get turned around.” No one was stopping Sam at this point.
He jumped in and cranked the engine. As he swung around, Nitro and Blade climbed into their truck.
The guard’s phone dinged with a message.
Sam grinned at the quick tracking. He opened the text and his stomach dropped. The text was not a tracking link, but a message from W that read:
Take the two captives to the next location and confirm delivery.
How soon would W expect that confirmation?
Chapter 41
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Hallene rode the constructionelevator up twelve floors with nothing to force her to obey except W’s finger hovering over his phone. If he tapped the button beneath it, Phoebe would be killed immediately.
Air swirled around her the higher they went in the unfinished high-rise intended to be homes for those wishing to live closer to their jobs in Washington, D.C.
W kept a content smile in place.
He held the world by unbreakable strings and intended to pull one to destroy a section of his playground. “I rarely look at unexpected fortune as a positive thing. I tend to be suspicious of gift horses, but I must say your selfless urge to protect your half-sister is going to benefit me quite well.”
She leaned back, hoping the elevator would break and delay what was coming.
The worst part was not knowing what would come next.
Now that she thought about it, she’d like to find out what to expect. “I just don’t see how you plan to succeed at your terrorist attack.”
“Speculate all you wish.”
Shrugging, she said, “I thought you’d entertain me with your delusions.”
His smile remained, but his eyes warned she would pay for insulting him. “I would never have reached this point if I were delusional.”
