Page 71 of Betraying Bexley

“Fuck. We’ll be there soon. Should we bring Mr. Aquino?” she asked.

“You better. Tell him what happened.” Alé hung up and went back to the group surrounding the car. “I called everyone in.”

“Good.” Asher stared at him. “We’ll get her back. Might take us a minute though.”

How could he be so fucking calm? The tension bled from his body the minute he climbed out of the SUV. “How? How can you stand there so relaxed like it’s nothing?”

“Who said I’m relaxed?” Asher canted his head to the side.

“You don’t look on edge.”

Asher chuckled. “It’s called years of experience, kid. If you want to keep doing this for a living, you’re going to need to learn not to be so readable. Plus, you’re putting off enough ‘oh shit,’ vibes for all of us. Now, get your ass together. We have to process the scene if we want to find and save Bexley.”

An hour later, they were in the conference room. A map of Virginia Beach lay on the table. Raul knew he was fucked when it came to travel so he’d probably lay low, at least that was what Alé thought. Where though, was evading all of them. He had the apartment he fucked up by allowing Bex to be evicted from. There was also the apartment someone found in the posh section of Virginia Beach. Julian was supposed to be there and if he was, he would know where Raul would be or where he’d go.

“We should raid the apartment,” Alé said staring at the map. “If Julian is there, he’ll give answers.”

"I put a tracker on her leg," Bronx said, wiping her eye. "When I rebuilt it."

“What the fuck, girl!” Asher snarled. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“Because it stopped transmitting about twenty miles north of here.” She sniffed. “I can’t get the signal back.”

“Dammit!” Noah began to pace. “If it’s north, he could be going toward DC. What’s in DC that he needs?”

“Canadian border?” Alex glanced up. “He could be thinking about getting out of the country. He knows Mexico is too hot, maybe Canada.”

“Or he’s going for Enzo or Bella or all three of them,” Mateo muttered. “Two birds, one stone.”

"Fuck." Asher ran his fingers through his hair. "Get Duncan and Thomas on the line. We need to prepare them." At the same moment, Asher's phone rang and he put it on speaker. "What?"

“Enzo is gone,” Duncan said. “Bella said he used Omar being sick to slip out on them. That was a couple of hours ago.”

“How the fuck does that happen?” Asher glared at his phone.

“Shit happened arsehole.” The exasperation in Duncan’s voice matched Alé’s.

“Seems to be the day for it.” Asher turned his hardened gaze on Alé.

“What happened?”

“Bex is gone,” Alé said. “Shit happened with us too.”

“You dipped your dick, didn’t you?” Alé bristled at Duncan’s tone.

“You fucked Enzo, didn’t you?” Alé shot back.

“Touché, boyo.”

“Are we done measuring dicks?” Asher’s droll tone drew Alé’s attention. “If we’re correct, he’s on the way to grab Enzo or already has the guy.”

“Shit.” Duncan blew out a breath. “What do you want me to do on my end?”

“See if you can find any other camera angles. If you do, look and see if they contain a black SUV or several black SUVs. We’re going to raid an apartment here first then be in touch with you. If anything, Raul is finishing up the loose ends. We might have to make that drive to you.”

“Roger that,” Duncan said. “I’ll get with the few stores around the club then hit up PD. I’ll keep you posted. If anything changes, I’ll let you know.”

“Got it.” Asher hit end on his phone. “Looks like we’re about to go hunting.”

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