Forty. Kage

FORTY

KAGE

I stand in the middle of the wreckage of Natalie’s demolished living room, thinking.

She’s not answering her phone.

Her purse and car are gone.

The dog is gone, too.

My first thought is that she went to Sloane’s, but Nat would know I’d go there. She’d head somewhere else if she wanted to avoid me.

I doubt she’d run to her parents, but it’s a possibility. I’m sure there are work friends, too, or maybe she’d just go to a hotel to hunker down.

Only one way to find out.

I take out my cell phone and open the GPS.

“The airport,” I mutter, looking at the little red dot on the screen.

Fuck.

I hope I can make it there before she gets on a flight, but even if I’m too late, the positioning signal from the cell phone I gave her will let me know her final destination.

In the meantime, I’ve got to figure out a way to kill an inmate inside a maximum-security prison.

No matter what it costs me, even if the price is my own blood, Max is going down.

Nobody threatens my baby.