Chapter 34

34

Rogue

“ T horne just activated the emergency tracker on his tooth,” Rogue said. “Guess where he is?” He didn’t wait for Griffin or Slate to answer him. “The industrial side of the harbor.”

“Fuck. You think he’s found Emiliano?”

“What the hell is he doing there without us?” Slate asked. He’d only recently come back from the hospital, where he’d been keeping watch over their friend. Though Dark was still unconscious, the swelling had gone down, he was stable, and the doctors were hopeful he would wake up on his own when his body was ready.

“Do you think Rahmer and Roberts are with him?”

“I just sent Rahmer a message, she replied saying she’ll meet us there,” Rogue said.

“And Roberts?”

“He’s still not picking up the phone.”

“I’m not worried about him. The cocky bastard’s probably gone somewhere for the weekend and forgot to let us know,” Griffin said.

“Come on. We’re leaving,” Rogue said, tapping his foot impatiently. Thorne wouldn’t have activated his emergency tracker if he didn’t have a good reason to do so, and Rogue had a feeling that reason had to be connected to Bea’s disappearance.

They had to get to Bea now. The longer they waited, the higher the chances she would simply disappear. And Rogue would never stop looking for her. He would continue looking for as long as he lived, but he knew enough about the world to know how easy it was for a person—for a young woman—to disappear.

Slate slipped into the driver’s seat, giving Rogue no chance but to sit in the passenger’s seat. Griffin slipped in behind him.

“We don’t go in half-cocked,” Griffin said. A warning.

Rogue didn’t bother replying to that because, really, anything he said at this point would be a lie. If there was any chance Bea was there, he was going in to get her, and anybody who didn’t like that could just stay behind and look the other way. Because nothing would stop him from getting Bea back.

Rogue’s phone rang, loud and shrill. A good distraction. He put it on speaker phone when he saw it was Agent Rahmer.

“Wait for me,” she said with no preamble. “I’m on my way. So fucking wait for me.”

This was getting boring. “We need a satellite in place.”

“Who the hell do you think I am? The satellite whisperer?” she snapped. But she started barking an order to someone else, and Rogue breathed a sigh of relief. Because as much as he didn’t want to wait, he also wanted to give Bea the best chance of escape. And that meant playing nice, at least for now.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Griffin said, his green eyes bright. He said it in a way that made Rogue think he probably did.

“Then you know I don’t want to talk about it.”

Slate barked out a laugh. “So long as you know you’re stuck with us, Rogue.”