Lost and Found (Masters & Mercenaries: The Forgotten #2)(89)

He set her on her feet. “Yes, the men who are coming for you.”

Confusion started to pierce through her fear.

“They’re not here yet,” that familiar voice said. “But you need to get hands on her because she’s running from me, Dante. I have no idea why, but she’s running from me.”

Steven Reasor was jogging down the stairs. And he was talking to the janitor.

She turned to try to get away, but the man he’d called Dante grabbed her. He pulled her close even as she fought. She brought her elbow up and back and then stomped on his foot. The man didn’t move, didn’t even grunt.

“Are you fucking serious?” Steven asked as he closed the distance between them. “Do you carry one of those around? Shouldn’t we talk to her first?”

Something sharp stung her neck and her vision immediately went fuzzy.

It was happening again. The devil was back and she was going to hell. She wouldn’t wake up this time.

“You’re going to be okay,” he said, looking down at her.

Someone had picked her up. Her legs didn’t work anymore. She wasn’t going without a fucking fight. She wasn’t going into that darkness without letting him know. Hate mingled with fear.

“Fuck you, Reasor. Fuck you.”

The last thing she saw were his eyes widening in what looked like shock.

As the darkness clouded her vision she prayed Owen would come for her.





Chapter Sixteen





Becca sat down at the table and stared at the mug in front of her.

“It’s not poisoned or anything,” her red-haired captor said. “It’s Earl Grey. It’s all they have. I’m afraid this place isn’t well stocked. It’s beautiful and remote, but not a lot in ye old pantry, hence the Earl Grey but without milk or sugar. Someone better go find that or we’ll have trouble later.”

Like she was going to touch anything these people gave her. “Not a problem. I can absolutely get that for you.”

“Tough girl,” the woman said with a nod. “I didn’t expect that.”

She’d woken up an hour before to find herself in some kind of prison. From what she could tell she was in a cabin, and they weren’t in the city anymore. It was dark outside. She hadn’t had the chance to run because the redhead had been there when she’d woken up. She’d been told to do whatever she’d needed to do in the bathroom and then come with the woman.

Now, here she was sitting at a folding table across from a woman she’d never met. A woman who had a gun in a shoulder holster. She wasn’t trying to hide the fact. That gun was there as a warning. Or maybe they believed in foreshadowing.

Becca forced the bile down her throat. Her hands were still shaking. “What kind of sedative did he give me?”

“The kind that works,” Red shot back, opening a file folder. “Sorry, I don’t know what Dante puts in those things. I’m a little worried that he carries them around. Have you had any problems with serial killers in the last couple of weeks?”

Becca simply stared.

“Too soon? Okay, let’s get down to it. My name is Erin and I’ll be your interrogator this evening.”

She was so not interested in sarcasm. “I’d like to see a badge.”

“I bet you would. We made damn sure you wouldn’t.” Erin sat back. “Would it surprise you to know that there’s a warrant out for your arrest? This is a copy of the legal paperwork that would have been shoved through court in order to quickly push your extradition to the States through.”

She looked down at the papers. They didn’t make a lick of sense. Why would she be arrested? And why would anyone want to extradite her? She wasn’t a lawyer, but it looked like she might need one. Lawyer Larry would come in handy now. “I’d like a lawyer. I don’t think I should say anything else until I talk to one.”

“I’m sure we’ll get you an attorney if it comes down to that,” she said. “Unfortunately, we’re in Canada and I don’t know a ton of people in Canada, so we’re going to have to work on it. Next time you get in trouble do it in Dallas. Or London. Or New York. Mostly any place but Canada.”

“Who are you?” It was obvious this woman wasn’t with the police.

“I told you. I’m Erin. I work with a group of former military and intelligence officers who investigate bad shit that happens. Sometimes we work with the Agency. Sometimes the Agency sucks and we find ourselves on opposite sides, like tonight.” She slid a photograph across the table. “Have you ever met this man?”

She shook her head, but not in response to the picture. She didn’t bother to look at it. “I want to leave this place. I want to make a phone call and have my boyfriend pick me up. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I want no part of it.”

“I’m sorry for the way we had to bring you in, but if we’d left you there, you would be in police custody right now. That warrant is real. We barely managed to get you out in time. There’s nothing on the news yet, but I imagine they’ll have to say something at the foundation tomorrow to cover up why you’re gone. I’m interested to see how they play that one, but we’ve had to pull our guys out so we’ll hear secondhand.”