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Rhodes---Recon

I wait for the bedroom door to close before I call Duncan. Drumming my fingers on the edge of the kitchen sink, I wait for him to pick up. There is a feeling in my gut I cannot shake. I know Amelia said she isn’t worried about Medina pulling a fast one on her, but I can’t help it. I need to keep her safe.

“Hello,” Duncan’s voice comes through the phone.

“Where is the warehouse?” I don’t waste time with pleasantries. I don’t have the capacity right now to be gentle when it comes to this conversation.

“Why should I tell you? I have it handled.”

My grip curls around the sink basin and I feel the anger start to rise. “She is mine.” Duncan is silent and my eye twitches. Why he is being so stubborn is beyond me. It is a moment before he speaks.

“Do you not trust her, Rhodes? Ames has been handling things on her own for a while. She was fine before you, and she’ll be fine tomorrow.” Asshole.

“What the fuck is your problem, Duncan? If it were Parker walking into that meeting tomorrow, I would tell you in a heartbeat where to find her. I trust Amelia explicitly, but I also swore I’d have her back, hell be damned.” I pause, waiting for a response that doesn’t come. “I will not leave her to the demands of men, or at the mercy of someone who is a worse shot than I am, should it come to that. So, I will ask one more time. Where. Is. Seamus’. Warehouse?

“Forty-five minutes east of here, exit 129. Seamus keeps it as a neutral location.”

“Windows?”

“Plenty. One way in, one way out. The warehouse is secluded, not another soul for miles.”

I can work with windows. Windows are good.

“Is there another structure nearby?” If there is, I can perch and be on standby while still keeping Amelia in my crosshairs.

“No, There is a collection of trees on the property but nothing else building-wise.”

“Describe the warehouse to me.”

“Rhodes, dude. She is going to be fine.”

“Describe it.” I refrain from keeping the bite out of my voice.

Duncan sighs before explaining the warehouse. It’s on the smaller side, more resembling an old slaughterhouse. The interior is a singular room, supported by I-beams, and the floor is concrete. My mind is whirring with options until he mentions the back eave.

“Back it up, say that again.”

“There is an awning along the backside of the building.”

“Are the windows above it?”

“They’re level. If you were to be on the overhang, you could see inside, I guess.”

Perfect. If I can get onto the top of that awning, I could peer into the warehouse, and in theory, have a clear shot at Medina if I need it.

“What time is the meeting?” I already planned on following Amelia from a distance, effectively tailing her, but if I can actually get there before them? That is ideal.

“Nine. Rhodes, what are you planning?”

I hang up on him, dropping my phone, and I head to find Amelia to give her exactly what she needs.