Page 113 of Risky Obsession

“There’s one reason why he’d kill Gunter.”

“I’m listening.”

“To set us up for his murder. We had already kidnapped him.”

“Kidnapping is a strong term for what we did.”

She gave me the side eye. “He was taken against his will. That’s kidnapping.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that. When they catch the murderer, he can be pinged for the kidnapping, too, and we’ll be off the hook.”

She rolled her head back and stared at the ceiling. “I need a drink.”

“I doubt we’ll find a pub open.”

She scowled at me. “I mean water.”

“Right. Well, I’ll take either.” I pointed at the GPS. “See if that thing can find the nearest gas station.”

She tapped the buttons on the GPS. Then she swiveled her gaze my way. “Please tell me you have your wallet.”

I patted my sweatpants pocket. “Yep. Thank Christ I grabbed that.”

“We better get some cash out before they figure out who we are and put a BOLO out for us as well as this car.”

“Ha, you’re getting good at this.”

“Not funny.” She tapped a few more keys on the GPS.

“The cops will be focusing on the castle and Gunter’s murder, so hopefully it will be a while before they figure out the hotel we stayed at,” I said.

She shook her head. “It just takes one person to make a call about the gunfight at the hotel and the police will piece two and two together. That hotel had security cameras everywhere. They’ll match it to the footage at the castle and within an hour, every cop this side of Berlin will be looking for us. It doesn’t help that we’re Australians in a foreign country.”

“That’s true.”

We drove in silence for a while.

“You know what I don’t understand?” I said. “How quickly that bastard was onto us. First, he found us the same night we bought the map from Gunter. Then he murdered Gunter, and that must’ve been right after we climbed out the castle window and before the guards found Gunter. Then he found us again at the hotel before any cops did.”

Tory blinked like she was trying to piece all the crap together. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“It does if someone has been tracking us since we got here.”

She leaned between the two seats, reaching into the back and giving me a sweet view of her ass. The sound of a zipper being pulled down confirmed she was opening her suitcase. “Wantme to pull over?”

She wriggled her body back into the front seat with the silver clutch in her hand. She pulled out her phone and without hesitation, she wound down the window and tossed it out.

I chuckled. “That’s one way to solve that.”

The concern on her face remained.

“Aria gave me that phone. If someone was tracking it, it has to be someone close to her.”

“That would be fucked. If they hacked your phone number, they could have heard all your calls and texts. Did you tell Aria we were going to the antique fair to look for maps?”

The blood drained from her face.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”