Page 138 of Nowhere to Hide

I doubted it. “Let’s eat and I’ll give you the highlights.”

“I want all of it.”

I turned her around. “You really don’t. And that’s not me being just protective.”

Her eyes shimmered. “That bad?”

I took the two plates. “Grab the utensils and wine.”

She sighed, but did as I asked. She sat across from me at the small round table. “You know, the fact that the room isn’t moving is actually has me more off balance more than I was expecting.”

“You took to your sea legs.” I poured the wine and waited for her to at least take a few bites.

“Talk.”

I sighed. “Well, the hole in the hull was definitely a small explosive device. Dante gave the boat a once over, including the outside of the boat.”

She frowned. “Wait—like a bomb?”

“A small one.”

“It’s still a bomb, Locke.”

“And he also found a tracking device.”

She covered her mouth then lifted her glass for a long swallow. “He knew where we were the whole time?”

“It looks like it.”

She got up and paced with her wine glass. “All that time he just wanted to know where I was. When did he even do it?”

“It could have been any time after I visited you in the hospital. It’s not like the wharf has great security.” I forked up a ravioli, and the spicy vodka sauce reminded me of long work days with my crew. “I’m pretty sure he was in your hotel room as well.”

She whirled around. “What?”

“I couldn’t prove it, but when I packed up your shit it felt like someone had been there. It could have been the maid, but after finding that tracker I can’t be sure.” My stomach dropped as Ipushed my chair back and stood. “Son of a bitch.” I hurried back to the bedroom and found her suitcase.

She followed, hovering outside the doorway. “What are you doing?”

I flipped it open and felt around the seams of the inner zipper compartments then felt the AirTag. “Fuck.” I held up the tag. “Do you have an AirTag on your suitcase?”

She shook her head. “I always meant to get one, but no.”

I put it on the little table by the club chair and smashed it, then pulled out the battery for good measure. “He was tracking you regardless.”

“Does that mean he knows where I am now?”

“No.” I hurried over to her and held her cold hands. “The tower has things that safeguard against that. It wouldn’t allow the AirTag to be picked up once you entered the building.”

“But outside?—”

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her softly. “He can’t get to you here.”

Cilla gripped the front of my T-shirt. “Tell me the rest.”

She was already freaked out, but I knew she’d find out from one of the team. I smoothed my hands down her arms and led her back out into the living room. I didn’t want to tell her in the bedroom. She needed one safe place that wasn’t tainted by this bullshit.

I sat her down on the sectional, then went over for her wine and brought it back to her. I found a beer in the fridge for myself.