Page 82 of Off Her Game
She covered her face with her shaking hands and rested her elbows on her knees in silence.
“Tori?”
“Is it over?” She wanted to forget the sight of Emma, Noah, and Alex on Martin’s screen. Watched…hunted. Had he put anything in motion against them? “Have you checked in with Alex?”
“He’s fine.”
“Martin had cameras on everyone. Cameras in locations that say he’d sent someone into all of our places. We need better security in the apartment.”
“I’m on it.”
“I want to go home and find every camera, even if it takes all night.” She fisted her hands and then wrung them together.
“We’ll find them,” Quan said too calmly.
“Don’t be the patronizing fucker with me right now. You’re not the one who had a gun to her head or an arrow land in the wall inches from your face. You used me just as much as the FBI. Please, just take me home. I don’t want to talk.”
“Sorry.”
“Where’s my money? Can you make sure I get that back?”
Quan nodded.
She texted Emma, who messaged back she was fine. Her fingers started a message to Noah, but she didn’t know what to say. Finally she settled on:I finished it.
