Forsaken (The Secret Life of Amy Bensen #3)(65)

Ten blocks pass and I reach the door of the apartment, thankful to see the doorman I met on arrival present. “Did my fiancée arrive yet?”

“Not yet, sir. Do you want me to buzz you when she arrives?”

“Are you sure? Could you have missed her?”

“Impossible. I’ve been in this spot and supervising the rest of our team.”

My jaw sets and I walk past him, my destination the security desk, where I have the attendant check the logs to ensure Jared and Gia haven’t signed in. The answer is the same. They aren’t here.

My cell phone rings and I look down at Jared’s number. “Where the hell are you?”

“He’s occupied at the moment,” comes an unfamiliar voice that sends a chill rushing over my body.

“Where’s Jared?”

“Occupied, as is the quite lovely Gia. Or is it Ashley now, as her identification states?”

My gut clenches. He has her purse, and Jared’s phone. “Where are they?”

“The coffee shop, of course.”

“I just left the coffee shop and they weren’t there.”

“They aren’t there, actually. She is. I just left her there.”

The line goes dead and acid burns through my veins the way Sheridan has burned through years of my life. Aware I could be watched, somehow I walk, not run, toward the building’s exit, redialing Jared’s number as I do. It goes straight to voice mail. Heavy-footed now, I burst through the exit of the tower to find Liam, Amy, and Tellar standing with the doorman.

“I got a call from Jared’s phone,” I announce, focusing on Liam. “They have him, and they say they just left Gia at the coffee shop. Get Amy someplace safe now. I’ll call when I can.” I don’t wait for an answer, certain that seconds wasted could cost Gia her life.

Launching into a run, I dodge random people on the busy sidewalks, quickly crossing intersection after busy intersection, until Tellar appears by my side, announcing, “This is a trap. You know it’s a trap.”

“What the f*ck are you doing here?” I growl.

“Helping you.”

“Help me by protecting my sister.”

“Liam has Amy, and I’m not going anywhere.” We cross a busy street, dodging cars, and while I try to dodge him right along with them, it doesn’t work. He reappears by my side, already running his mouth again. “Did you hear me? It’s a trap. Whatever this is, it’s a trap.”

“Of course it’s a f*cking trap.” Nearly at our destination, I force myself to slow to a fast walk, scanning for potential trouble. “It’s also a ticking clock, with Gia’s life on the line. They killed my family. They’ll kill her.”

“Let me go in after her,” he says. “They aren’t expecting me.”

“That’s not happening,” I say, but right about the time I’m about to shove him against a wall and give him a knee he won’t forget for ten years, I spy a cop on the corner and decide that’s a bad idea.

“They could grab you the minute you walk in the door.”

Once again, I’m forced to trust him. “Good thing I have a sniper at my back.” We stop at the door. “I know my sister wants me to live, but no one else dies because of me. Gia comes first.”

“As it should be,” he says, opening the door for me. “Sniper at your back.”

Another time, that statement would give me pause, but I don’t allow myself to think of anything but Gia. Entering the coffee shop, every muscle in my body is stiff, every nerve ending on edge. I scan as I walk, confirming Jared and Gia are at none of the ten or so sparsely populated tables, continuing toward the hallway leading to the back exit. Entering the enclosed hallway where I’d reconciled with Amy, I find it empty, but my heart misses a beat as I catch sight of the bathroom doors.

“I’ve got this one,” Tellar says, stopping in front of the men’s room and reaching under his jacket to hold his weapon.

At my nod, he enters, and uncaring of who I might interrupt I repeat his action with the women’s bathroom, my hand covering my gun, dread in my gut as I push open the door to find the immediate area clear, both stall doors shut. Bending down, my heart stops beating as I find someone sitting on the floor and recognize the boots as Gia’s. Straightening, I try to open the door. “Gia! Gia, open up.” She doesn’t reply and I jiggle the door harder, afraid to kick it open and slam it against her. Pushing my way into the unlocked stall next to hers, I climb onto the toilet and bring the stall below into view, feeling sick at what I find. Gia is bound and gagged, her head hanging forward, a needle stuck in her arm.

“Tellar!” I shout, lifting myself over the divider, feeling as if Sheridan is using a shovel to gut me right here and now. “Tellar, damn it!”

He bursts through the door. “I’m here.”

“Call an ambulance. They injected her with something, and she’s not moving.”





SIXTEEN



I JUMP OVER THE STALL WALL onto the toilet beside Gia and unlock the door, which immediately opens in the other direction, and then drop to one knee to wrap Gia in my arms. She doesn’t move, and I can’t breathe. What if she’s not breathing? I’m reaching for the syringe, wanting it out of her arm, needing it out, when I hear “Stop!”