Page 39 of Kent's Honor
“Making sure Daniel gets to the buyer, like our boss wants.”
“Motherfucker!” Kent whipped the phone across the room, missing Arthur’s head by a mere inch.
“Calm down,” Arthur said with a level voice. Arthur never cracked under pressure, not even when his wife had been kidnapped and then in a car crash where Arthur had to pull her limp body from the wreckage. “Destroying her phone isn’t going to help us.”
Kent sucked in a breath. That phone had been their lifeline to Elle and Dixie. One good thing that came from his overprotective ways.
Arthur picked up the phone. “Still working.”
Thank God.
“We’re missing something,” Buddy said from the kitchen table at Arthur’s house near the marina and closer to where Elle and Dixie were being held. “Why would they want us to put a PI back on Daniel?”
“My guess would be they want to use our guy as a diversion. If Daniel has a buyer for the drugs, they probably want to take them both out, making a statement,” Arthur said.
“Nope. That’s not it.” Rex walked into the kitchen carrying his laptop. “Darius got ahold of the field agent in charge of the Pepe Hernandez case, and it would appear they have an undercover agent.” Rex flipped the computer screen so everyone could see. “This guy is Special Agent Simon Gant.”
“That’s one of the men who took Elle and Dixie.” A feeling of butterflies fluttered in his stomach.
“Text just came in from your phone,” Arthur said, his lips slightly smiling.
“Looks like this undercover operative just sent us their location and a time to be there. He’s setting something up.”
“He say anything else?” Kent asked, his pulse racing. This was all good news, but he couldn’t relax until Elle and Dixie were back in his arms.
“Yeah. We’re not to contact him,” Arthur said.
“Well, that makes sense.” Kent took the phone with a shaky hand. “Let’s go.”
“Dixie?” Elle’s voice trembled.
“What is it, sweetie?” Dixie cupped her chin, pressing her lips against her temple.
“I have to use the bathroom.”
So did Dixie, but she didn’t dare ask. Blue Eyes kept pacing, constantly questioning the decisions Tissue Man made, and a few times Blue Eyes mentioned something about sending a message by chopping off a couple of fingers or toes and sending them to Kent. Tissue Man didn’t like that idea, thank God, but Dixie didn’t think she and Elle were going to make it out of this situation unharmed. She prayed they’d still be at least breathing.
“Um, excuse me?” she said softly.
“Shut the fuck up,” Blue Eyes snapped.
Elle sniffled.
“What is it?” Tissue Man asked.
“We need to use the bathroom.”
“Too bad,” Blue Eyes said, laughing.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Tissue Man waved her over. “The bathroom is over here.”
“They can’t go in there alone.” Blue Eyes lifted the gun off the table again, waving it around. “I don’t know why we don’t just kill them now. We’re going to anyway.”
Dixie bit back a sob, but Elle couldn’t keep quiet.
“Go outside to the van and get me a pack of smokes.” Tissue Man pointed to the empty pack on the table. “I’ll deal with the bathroom break.”
“You go get them, and I’ll take the girls to the bathroom. They’ll have to leave the door open, and I’ll have to stand over them, especially the hot mom.” This time Blue Eyes waved the gun in the direction of Tissue Man.
