Overture (North Security #1)(18)

That’s what Josh would pick.

Sure enough, the case opens to a plain silver key.

I’m driving down the dirt road when Josh and another man make it over the crest, their silhouettes in my rearview mirror. Hassan will let them know that I’ve tapped out, and I have no doubt that they’ll enjoy the evening on North Security’s corporate credit card.

Cody answers the phone in two rings. There’s a pause. Then, “Yes, sir?”

He’s not officially under my command, not the way the ex-military men and women are on payroll. He does work for the company after school. Mostly he purchases supplies for the house and helps me build the training courses.

So there’s no reason he needs to call me sir, but he does anyway.

I’ve always found it endearing.

Now I have to grit my teeth against the urge to swear at him.

“Where are you?” I ask instead.

A pause. “Sir?”

“I assume you’re still with them. I know that even if you were stupid enough to sneak the girls off the compound, you would never leave them alone where anything could happen. Right, Cody?”

A longer pause this time, one I imagine he’s going to break by blaming the girls for making him help them or try to play it off like it’s no big deal. Stronger men than him have cried when I use this tone. Give me the right answer or they’ll never find the body, that’s what this tone means.

“No, sir,” he says slowly, and I have to give him credit. He sounds resigned to his fate, but he isn’t buckling. “I’m right here waiting for them, outside Club Melody.”

“Don’t move,” I tell him before hanging up. “Not an inch.”

He can follow an order, at the very least. He’s parked on the other side of the street from the club. Laney’s sitting on the back of his truck, legs dangling over. Both of them have a worried expression, which kicks my latent panic into high gear. I’ve been trying to reassure myself that teenagers go out at night all the damn time.

But the solemn expressions of Cody and Laney make me want to radio in every single team under my command and declare a fucking war.

“Where is she?”

Cody swallows. “Inside the club. At least I’m pretty sure.”

“It’s my fault,” Laney says, putting her hand on his arm. “I’m the one who wanted to go out, who convinced Samantha to come with me. And she was right there. We were dancing in the back, the VIP section. She took a break. I thought she was going to get a drink or something.”

“She’s not old enough.”

“I know.” Laney wrings her hands together. “Cody called and told me you were coming, and I looked for her so we could meet you outside. But she wasn’t by the bar or in the bathroom. I tried asking around, but people could barely hear me, and I don’t know where she went.”

The girl seems near tears, and Cody puts his arm around her shoulders, managing a glare at me—which really takes some balls, under the circumstances. “Take her back to the compound,” I tell him, my voice hard. “You and I will have a talk when I get back.”

His brows draw together. “But Samantha—”

“I’ll find her and bring her myself.”





CHAPTER TWELVE




In 800 BCE the first recovered piece of recorded music was found. It was written in cuneiform and was a religious hymn. It should be noted that cuneiform is not a type of musical notation.


SAMANTHA

The man leads me to a back room in the club. I’m expecting a supply closet or a bathroom—something secret and genuinely illicit. This is an office, a little messy but clearly used by someone with authority. Framed vinyl records line the walls.

He reclines on a file cabinet, his posture relaxed.

“Do you work here?”

“You could say that. I also own the place.”

I reach for my clutch, which contains the envelope. “Then why do you need money selling photographs of sleazy coaches?”

A low laugh. “How do you think we afford strobe lights around here? My business is information, and you want to buy information.”

“Fine. Show me the video, and I’ll give you the money.”

He gives me a slow grin. “What’s the hurry? I saw you dancing out there, sweetheart. Wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little better.”

I swallow hard. “Not interested.”

The sound of a scuffle in the hallway catches my attention. The door slams open, revealing Liam North in sharp relief, his eyes a brilliant, burning emerald.

“Oh no,” I whisper.

If Liam finds out what we’re doing here, everything is going to be ruined. Luckily the man seems to know that as well as I do. He takes a step back as if he’d just been touching me, as if he’s just been caught in the act. “Christ. You underage?”

“Out,” Liam says, and the man gives him a nervous look before leaving.

I stare at Liam. “Oh my God. You followed me here?”

He stalks into the room. “That’s what you’re going to say right now? How about, I’m sorry I snuck out of the house at night and gave you a heart attack, Liam?”

Pretend you came here to make out with a guy. “I’m not going to apologize.”