Enticing Their Mate (Pack Wars #6)(42)

He tilted his head, acting as if she was being highly na?ve. “I’m sure it would. If you wish to take pictures to show your boss, be my guest.”

Sarah glanced at Riley who nodded. She hadn’t figured out the doctor’s game, but it wouldn’t hurt to have the layout documented. As much as she wanted to send the photos to Jay, if Elkhart confiscated her phone, it might put him in danger.

As she checked out the beds and equipment, Riley wandered about. Hopefully, he was looking for another exit.

“How are we to bring the women in here? Though the front door?” Riley asked.

“No, Mr. Bishop. There’s a back entrance. Come I’ll show you, assuming Ms. Osmond is satisfied with the conditions.”

Satisfied was a strong word, but she nodded, wanting to get out of there. She and Riley followed him out the back of the clinic. This time, Riley didn’t seem to mind that she kept a few steps behind him. For a second, she wondered if she was walking to her death, but then decided that unless they were met with five shifters at the end, Riley could take out the doctor.

Elkhart leaned over an eye scanner and the door clicked. He faced them. “As you can see, security is tight. I won’t need to keep the women chained as they have no place to go.”

Whoopee. The freedom might give some of the women hope that they’d soon be freed. Their disappointment would be massive unless the Pack could save them. Sarah pushed that terrible thought out of her head since she believed in the General and his men.

“I haven’t communicated with Mr. Statler,” Riley said, “but when were you expecting the women?”

“I need to take care of a few details tonight, but tomorrow after dark would be ideal.”

“We’ll let you know when we’re on our way.”

“Good. I’ll open this door as soon as you arrive.” Elkhart nodded. “If you parked in front, your car is around the corner to the left.”

“Thank you,” she said, instantly trying to figure out how hard it would be for Riley and Connolly to snatch the doctor and free the women. They could then go back after Statler, assuming they could find him. The buyers, however, would never be caught.


With a hand on her waist, Riley led her out up the steep incline. When the door closed, he spun them around. “He’s got another eye scanner on this end. Fucker. Let’s get back and try to figure out what to do.” He held out his hand for her keys. “I’ll drive.” With the tense way he said it, she thought it wise not to argue.

On the way back, Riley seemed off in his own world. “What are you thinking?” she asked.

“Angry thoughts.”

She almost smiled. So was she. Sarah was about to discuss taking out Elkhart tomorrow when Riley’s cell rang. He retrieved his phone, swiped a finger across the screen, and answered. “What’s up?” He glanced over at her. “How many men? Shit. Jay’s with you?” He tapped his fingers on the wheel. “I’m bringing Sarah back to the motel now. Later.”

She waited a beat, and when he didn’t say anything she grunted.

“What was that grunt about?” he asked.

“You can’t guess? You always keep me in the dark.”

He glanced over at her. “It’s better for you.”

“I’m a trained operative. I can handle myself.”

“You’re a human—and a woman. I won’t put you at risk.”

She put herself at risk every day. “Who called?”

He held up a hand. “Connolly. Statler brought in eight new guards to make sure Elkhart doesn’t pull a fast one and try to sell the women behind his back.”

Anger coiled in her stomach. “Well, shit. I was hoping you and Jay could take him down.”

“I was hoping so, too, though Statler isn’t dumb. He’ll have a ton of backup plans if we do.”

It was one of Statler’s backup plans that had allowed him to escape in the first place. “You’ll think of something.”

“Let’s hope. You up for some dinner?”

It wasn’t yet six. “Shouldn’t we go back to the warehouse and report to Statler? Or show Connolly the pictures?”

“Statler’s not there. Trust me, if he had been, Connolly would have said so. I think it’s safe to send Jay the photos. He’ll share them with the men.”

“Okay.” She had his email, so she forwarded them to him.

“What’s your pleasure?” he asked.

Her pleasure? She was so focused on the pictures she’d forgotten what he was referring to. Her real pleasure would be to find some stress relieving activity that involved both men. “Regarding what?”

He chuckled. “Food.”

“Oh. I say whatever place you come to first.”

Ten minutes later he pulled into the parking lot of a rather rundown restaurant. A few of the siding pieces were in need of repair and the windows could use a good washing, but the outside didn’t necessarily reflect the food quality.

He helped her out. “I doubt we’ll run into any of Statler’s men out here.”

“Even if we do, we’ve not given them any reason to doubt our loyalty.”

“True.”

They stepped inside and found they were the only patrons. At least their conversation couldn’t be overheard. The waitress, who looked a lot like her grandmother, motioned them to seat themselves then came over. They ordered coffee then looked over the menu.