Page 79 of Hunt Me

“They’re taking her!”

The convoy disappears around a corner. Gone.

My phone buzzes once. The emergency beacon signal in her sneaker cuts out.

Dead.

“We lost them,” Erik says, voice flat.

I stop struggling against Dmitri’s grip. Stop fighting, as everything inside me goes cold and still.

Morrison has her. The man who murdered her parents. The operative who’s been hunting her for years.

And I let her walk out of my penthouse.

“We’ll find her,” Nikolai says.

I stare at the empty road ahead.

“We’ll get her back,” he insists.

Will we?

Morrison has government resources. Black sites. Classified facilities that don’t officially exist.

He could take her anywhere.

My brilliant, beautiful hacker. The only person who’s ever matched me.

Gone.

22

IRIS

Cold concrete against my cheek yanks me into consciousness after I feel a.

My head throbs. I try to move, but I can’t.

Flex-cuffs bite into my wrists, securing them behind a metal chair. Industrial zip ties, probably rated for two hundred pounds of force. My ankles are bound too, each one strapped to a chair leg.

Professional work.

The room comes into focus slowly. Concrete walls. No windows. There’s one single fluorescent light buzzing overhead, and a drain in the center of the floor.

“Maya?”

My voice comes out rough. Throat raw from whatever they used to knock me out.

A groan answers from my left.

I twist in the chair, ignoring the protest of strained muscles. Maya’s slumped in an identical metal chair three feet away, blonde hair hanging over her face.

“Maya, wake up.”

She lifts her head. Blood crusts her temple where they must’ve hit her.

“Iris?” Her eyes struggle to focus. “Where?—”