Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
A soft gasp let him know Ariel hadn’t been told that part. Damon’s text had likely been brief and to the point. She hadn’t known how Levi had taken her.
“I find it hard to believe,” Ari said as the doors came open.
“Her name was on the list.” He would tell her as much as he could.
She bit her lip and nodded as they came up to the security station.
The guard smiled at her. He was an older man who’d probably been manning the desk for years. “Ms. Adisa, back so soon? I thought you were going to be a while.”
She returned her pass and gave the man a smile that could charm the most ill-tempered of men. “It was a quick meeting, and I have to get my friend back home. He’s had a bit of bad news. I was wondering if you could tell me the best exit to take. I heard there’s a VIP group going out of the high-security lot, and I would prefer to avoid getting caught in that traffic. You know how the Americans can be.”
It was such a good play since some of his Agency coworkers had made scenes over the years, and it made them all look like assholes. Nothing could connect people like having to deal with assholes.
“I would go west if you’re heading back to Chelsea, my dear,” the guard said with a fond smile. “Though you should be good, if you get my meaning.”
Then they were already on the road.
She reached out and shook the man’s hand. “Excellent. Thank you, George. I’ll be back in a few days, I suspect. Please send my love to your wife.”
He wanted to hurry her along, but she was playing this perfectly. She’d gotten the guard to admit that Levi’s group was already gone, and they’d left through the southernmost exit that would block traffic to the east. Now they knew what road they would most likely be on, and they could watch the traffic cameras.
The guard buzzed them through and they were in the parking garage, Ariel’s heels echoing with each step she took.
“I need to get my bag from the boot,” Ariel said with that placid expression on her face.
He’d been completely unaware she’d put a bag in the trunk of the sleek Mercedes, but he opened it for her anyway. She reached in and came back with what appeared to be a gym bag.
“You drive, please.” Ari slammed the trunk door down and moved to the passenger side. “I’m not good in traffic.”
He’d spent a lot of time in London and knew how to drive in the city. He wanted to be the one with his hands free, but if one of them was going to take a shot, she was the better choice.
Like Kim was better. Kim had killer instincts and always knew when something was going down. Only once had she…he wasn’t going there. He needed to focus on getting her back. Then he could let his rage take over. Anything was better than this complete sense of hopelessness he felt at the thought of never seeing her again.
He slid into the driver’s side, and the minute he closed the door he was finally able to breathe. “I want you to take that asshole out if you can.”
He wanted to be the one to do it, but he wouldn’t argue at this point. He wanted to know Levi fucking Green was dead.
Ariel clicked her seat belt in place and opened the bag as Ezra backed the car out of the space. “Play it cool until we get to the street. They’ve still got cameras on us for a couple of blocks. What the bloody hell happened? I saw Kim not twenty minutes ago and she was fine.”
“Levi Green happened.” He drove in a careful manner, well aware they had one more guard to get through.
Ariel reached over and activated the touch screen on the dashboard. It seemed Damon had some extras on this vehicle because the touchscreen didn’t merely bring up the car’s systems. It connected to a video call. Walt’s face came up on the screen. “Walter, we’re about to leave the building. What have you got for us?”
Walt was a lanky American in his mid-thirties. He was staring at another screen, his face illuminated by the greenish light. “I’m in the CCTV around the building. I don’t dare hack MI6. Do we have any idea what kind of vehicle I’m looking for? He’s Agency, right? They usually like their nondescript black SUVs. I’ve got several of them coming out at the right time.”
“Only pay attention to the southernmost high-security exit,” he instructed as he approached the checkpoint. “And he’ll be in a limo.”
Walter snorted. “Sure he will be. Oh, wait. Are you serious? Shit. I’ve got a limo that would have come in the right direction stopped at a light right now. You need to take a left when you get to the street. It looks like they’re heading out of the city.”