Page 39 of Edge of Secrets (The Edge Trilogy #2)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Duncan

So far, the signal was stationary, fixed at Elsie’s address in Hempton.

I wanted desperately to call, but the fact that Wesley no longer answered was reason enough to be terrified.

Maybe they’d already discovered the phone and left it, since GPS traces in phones were so common.

Maybe they hadn’t. If not, I didn’t want it to ring and give her away. That trace was my only hope.

The signal began to move.

The fear made me want to retch, but at least I knew where she was going. The signal moved along the main drag in Hempton and took a highway heading north and east. I had to change routes if I wanted to intercept them.

It was like walking a tightrope—driving at that speed while monitoring the phone, calculating possible shortcuts. A minute later, my smartphone rang, adding another ball and hoop to my balancing act.

Fortunately, I had my earpiece. “Yeah,” I barked.

“The cops are there,” Braxton said. “It’s not great. The old lady was hit on the head and tied up on the ground. Wesley’s shot. He’s bad, but still alive. No sign of your lady friend at all.”

My gut cramped. “Her signal’s heading northeast,” I said. “Keep me informed. Later.”

“Dunc. I’m sorry about this, man. I let you down.”

“Not your fault,” I said curtly. “I miscalculated. She should’ve had a team. She shouldn’t have been let out of my apartment at all. Gotta go. Later.”

“Gotcha.” Braxton hung up.

I pressed the accelerator harder, glancing over at the map. I had to close that gap. More speed. I let the powerful motor open up, humming at 115 mph.

Play it cool. Like a glacier. As long as she was moving, they probably weren’t hurting her.

But when that signal stopped, I could fucking forget about playing it cool.

I was going to be twisting in the flames of hell.