Page 78 of Graveyards & Greed

I looked over her shoulder. “They’re heading south on the beltway. I’m going to follow them. Give me whatever directions you can for however long the tracker works.” Pulling out my own phone, I called Ivan’s cell, then merged Fennick Spade into the call as I headed for my vehicle.

Fenn picked up with an obnoxious sigh. “Hello, fancy fuck boy. Did Sylvie decide to castrate you and you’re calling to borrow my extra pair of balls?”

“LeBaron has her. Ivan and Alex are on the line with me.” I patched them all in.

“Shit,” Fenn bit out. “Kilian is with me. Please tell me you have a bead on her.”

“Alexa shoved a tracking device into her pack pocket before they grabbed her. They’re heading south on the beltway toward Henderson, but we’ll probably lose her soon.”

“Did you get a license plate number?” Kilian asked.

“This is Alexa, and no.”

“Who was driving?” Ivan asked.

“Terrance LeBaron.”

Kilian cut in. “What type of vehicle?”

“A new black Escalade Platinum edition with aftermarket wheels and tinted windows.”

There was a pause as Ivan typed furiously on his keyboard. “Terrance owns two vehicles and three motorcycles. Got it. His license plate on the Escalade is… the number one and the word ‘percent.’ It should be easy to track him.”

Alexa hung her head. “They just exited the Green Valley Parkway in Henderson, but I lost the signal.”

My stomach dropped and dread filled me. “I’m calling the detective in Henderson who works with us sometimes. We need to get an APB out on that vehicle or Sylvie is fucked.”

Fenn grunted. “I’m not far from Green Valley. We’re heading that way.”

Alexa exhaled. “Sylvie is the most clever, sneaky, self-sufficient woman I’ve ever met. If anyone can survive this, it’s her.”

“Ivan, do you have a police scanner?” Kilian asked.

“Yeah. I’ll turn it on.”

“Alexa, let us know if the tracker pings again or if you hear anything on the scanner.” I tried to shake off the icy horror seeping through me. After what she and her cousins had done to Carver, Sylvie wouldn’t be walking away from whatever LeBaron planned for her unless we could find her fast.

She looked so innocent and soft, with her big brown eyes, Goldilocks hair, and sweet, dimpled grin. But she was a maniac and a fucking Spade to boot. For years, I’d carelessly filed women away under neat labels in my mental Rolodex, but Sylvie defied categorization and had an intelligent ferocity that sucked me in. “Hang on, Killer. We’re coming.”

Chapter 30

Sylvie

“When I pull in and close the garage, you two grab her and get her inside,” Terrance instructed his men. “Jolie, you get the rope, a plastic tarp, and my toolbox on the workbench there. I want to find out what happened to Samuel before she’s too far gone to answer questions.”

His words sent me into a state of terror and determination. When Terrance stepped out of the vehicle, everyone else got out too. As soon as I heard the last door slam, I sprang into action, kneeling and yanking at the mesh barrier. Terrance really should have duct-taped my hands behind my back. A few snaps held, and I shook in frustration and panic.

One more hard yank and the mesh came free. As the back hatch opened, I vaulted over the back seat and scrambled toward the driver’s side. I had to hit the start button before Terrance and the electric key got too far from the vehicle, or I was royally fucked. My ribs slammed into the side of the passenger seat as Earl started yelling and Jolie screamed.

A passenger door opened, and hands grabbed my hair, but I slid my butt into the driver’s seat and used my fingers to jam the start button. My head flew back as whoever had my hair gave it a hard yank. Ho-ly shit, that hurt. Tears sprang in my eyes, but the headrest stopped my head from flying too far back.

Thank God and Jesus, the vehicle started. Blindly pushing the gear shift into reverse, I slammed my foot down hard on the gas pedal.

The garage door was still closing, and the SUV lurched and smashed into it, causing a horrible screech. The momentum scraped off the asshole who’d grabbed my hair, but fucking Jolie opened the front passenger door and jumped in. She went after my face with her long neon green fingernails, and I hunched away and rolled my shoulder up to block her, keeping my foot firmly on the gas pedal.

The back of the SUV smashed through the garage panel, and it came down on the front of the vehicle. I kept my foot on the gas as Jolie scratched the hell out of my neck and shoulder. The panel slid off with a loud crash. She would have gotten more of my face, but her fingernails couldn’t penetrate the duct tape. I breathed through my nose and tried not to hyperventilate. If I passed out now, I was dead.

I let go of the steering wheel long enough to swing my elbow at her a few times. She yelped and ducked down, and I hit her shoulder and chest before getting her square in the nose. Her nose gave a satisfying crunch, and she shrieked and let go of me.

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