Page 123 of Anti-Heroes in Love Duet

“It’s time.”

Frankie blinked at me. “No, I told you, I can disable the anklet, but I can’t get it back online. You’ve got one shot at leaving here, D, and you won’t be coming back.”

“I know.”

We stared at each other for a long minute where I imagined each tick of the clock.

“You doing this because of Cosima or because of the girl?” he finally asked.

I almost winced because not once had Cosima crossed my mind. “Elena, you fool.”

He nodded curtly. “Fine, come into the living room. If you want to fuck all our plans to high hell for a woman, God knows I’m not in a position to stop you.”

I got a call twenty minutes later.

“Boss,” Marco said. “I found Addie. He’s in rough shape, but he can talk a bit. Told me four of them jumped him when he was coming back from the john at lunch. He was in the Subway across the street from Elena’s office. Around five fifteen.”

“Get him to Dr. Crown,” I ordered, and then I hung up. “Is it ready?”

“As soon as we know where we’re going, I’ll remove the SIM card,” Frankie explained as his fingers flew over the keyboard. Beside him, a mesh wire cage the size of a microwave. “Put the tracking beacon in the Faraday Cage, and I’ll spoof the network so it sends the GPS location from the apartment as if it was never removed.”

“Va bene,” I said even though I didn’t know the finer intricacies of the plot. I trusted Frankie to know what the hell he was talking about. “I want our crew ready to go the second we get news.”

“They’re ready.”

“And the plane?”

“Fueled and ready at Newark. Bobbie Florentino is already onboard getting things prepped.”

“Good.”

“We’ll find her, D.”

I didn’t respond.

“Boss?” Chen said into the phone.

I was pacing, the anklet heavy around my left leg as I stalked around the apartment answering phone call after phone call that led nowhere.

“What?”

“We found Kelly’s piece. She went into Father Patrick’s and got talking to Marco, liked the look of him.” He laughed coldly. “She took him to the back for a blowie, and I was waiting. Me, she didn’t like so much.”

“What did you get?” I growled impatiently.

“Nothing on where he lives, but apparently, he took her to a friend’s once in Marine Park. Somewhere on East 34th.”

“Start knocking.”

I called Daniel Sinclair.

“Hello?” he answered, his voice as coolly polite as Elena’s could be.

“This is Dante,” I said brusquely. “I don’t have time to talk, but I wanted you to know. I think it’s a good idea you get home to your wife if you aren’t already. You can’t get there in good time, I’ll send a guy.”

A pause then the sounds of someone quickly gathering their things. “I’m on my way. She’s safe for now?”

“Yeah.”Thanks to Elena, but I wouldn’t tell him that.