And that’s not good.
Somehow, our radio signals have been blocked. If that’s the case, it means the two teams might not be able to communicate with each other, either.
Neither knows what the other team is doing or where they are located.
And that’s not helpful.
At times, it can be damn dangerous.
“Still nothing,” Connor says.
My phone rings. I check the screen and answer it.
“We’re nearing your location,” Blake informs me. “ETA is five minutes.”
I called Blake and Virginia forty minutes ago, to inform them about what’s going on. They’re now part of the task force to take Orlov and his crime family down.
We end the call.
Helplessness slithers through me. I climb out of the van and begin pacing. The radio silence is like being in a dark building—without even a snatch of moonlight to guide the way. You’re forced to navigate through the maze, unable to see or hear.
I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.
I don’t like not knowing if Isabelle is in danger.
She’s with Landon, I remind myself.He won’t let anything happen to her. Just like he won’t let anything bad happen to any of the team.
The voice doesn’t say anything about how Isabelle shouldn’t be in there. It stays silent, aware that she can take care of herself.
That’s why I love her.
That’s why I respect her choice to be an operative like the rest of the team.
But it doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry about her.
I am human, after all. I’m not a robot.
A black SUV pulls up the dirt road where we’re parked. Blake and Virginia climb out, and I get them up to speed on the radio communication issue.
Connor and I show them the map of the property and identify the locations from where the two teams last communicated with us.
“Have you identified yet if the other car belongs to a customer?” Virginia asks.
“As far as we are aware, that’s all she is. We haven’t had any communications with our team for the past fifteen minutes, so we don’t know who is still on the property and if they’re okay.”
“Has Josephine Berkshire been located yet?”
“That’s a negative with the last communications we received,” I tell them, “but we have no idea if she’s been found since then and by whom. All we know is that Gabrielle’s truck was parked in front of what could possibly be the winery itself. The last I heard from any member of the team, it hadn’t been ascertained at that point if she or Josephine were in the building.”
“All right,” Blake says. “This is your game. How do you want to play it?”
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Isabelle
“Shit,”Landon says as Gabrielle slumps to the ground after Granny hit her with the wine bottle. “I want a grandmother like yours.”
I grin at him. “She is pretty kickass, isn’t she?”
