I pull up next to it and jump out of the Acura. Jax’s car is locked tight.
His watch will open it. I wrench the passenger door open and pull on his arm. Not close enough. I yank the watch from his wrist. When I whirl around, the car unlocks.
Thank God. A quick glance in the car tells me nothing useful is inside. Please tell me he didn’t leave them back at the hotel. It’s too far.
I punch a button on the dash, glad I got familiar with the car when I stole it from Klaus, and the trunk pops open. In the back are the Vigilante cases, both Jax’s and the ones that were there from Klaus.
I don’t really know what I’m looking for, but hopefully the antidotes will be in vials or tubes or needles and not some fancy method of delivery that I don’t recognize. I dump out the first case. Several real guns. Those belong to Klaus. If he poisoned him, he should have the antidote.
A smaller case slides out. I jerk it open.
Five vials with capped needles.
Antidotes? Or poisons themselves?
I have no idea.
God.
I glance over at Jax. Should I hit him with them all?
That could be worse!
I need help. Must have help.
I go back to Jax and slap him again. “You have to tell me what the antidote is!”
He doesn’t open his eyes.
I feel his pulse. Still there. Slow, though. Too slow. God.
I jump in the Aston Martin. The car engine whirs on and the dash lights up.
“Call Sam the Vigilante,” I say.
“Mia Morrow is not authorized for that information,” the voice says.
“But Jax is with me! I used his watch to unlock the door!”
“Command not understood,” the voice answers. “Please try another command.”
“Jax wants to call Sam the Vigilante,” I say.
“Mia Morrow is not authorized for that information,” the voice repeats.
I bang my hand on the dash. How do I do this?
His phone.
I jump back to the Acura and rummage through Jax’s pockets. I pull out the phone, frantically activating the screen. The contacts are empty other than the number for Colt. Colt can’t help now.
The phone is still tied to the car. I run around and shut off the Acura, praying that when it’s switched off, it will revert to Jax’s normal mode.
As soon as the engine is down, I pull up the phone again.
Yes, the contacts are restored.
But as I scroll through them looking for Sam, I realize they are coded. Shit. I don’t know who anybody is. They’re all numbers.
