Page 51 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“I thought she was with you all day today.” The sick feeling in my stomach is instant.
“She was,” he sighs. “But now she’s not.”
“She should be at the house then.Yourhouse,” I make sure to add.
“I am here and there’s no one in this house. I know Malone and Arlene are at the hospital. I got sent on a wild goose chase earlier, then my car got a flat tire…”
He continues talking, but my mind is on overload, trying to connect all the dots. It is obvious that we all got tricked into something while they were trying to ambush Dylan at Becca’s house. But there’s got to be more.
“Someone sent Arlene and Becca messages to go to the house,” I start talking it all out loud. “I was stuck in front of the computer trying to negotiate the deal with Bricks’ man…”
“That was David,” Devereux’s lethal tone announces.
“Shortie?” Just when I thought I couldn’t get more shocked. “No wonder. Now it all makes sense how they were so good on the dark web.”
“They sent a message to Malone, too, said there was something going on in the back of the property.”
“Fuck,” I yell and start running toward the exit of the hospital.
I hear heavy steps behind me, but I can’t be bothered to look who it is.
“It was all a diversion to get Emily,” I tell him when I get outside. “They thought they’d get both birds with one stone. Kill Dylan and get Emily. Fuck,” I say again, this time not as loud.
“I am looking through the footage from earlier at his office,” Sully speaks from next to me, eyes on the screen of his phone. “A car came to get her right after Arlene and Becca left Devereaux’s house. Within two minutes or so.”
“Fuck, Em,” I mutter when I look at Sully’s screen and I see her coming out of the office building, looking scared to death, and running toward the car.
“It looks like an Uber.” Sully is talking to himself, zooming in on the picture. “The fuck… It is an Uber.”
He gets out of that screen, then makes a call, but I ignore that. I continue walking toward the truck we came in. He drove, and I’m assuming he’s coming with me now. I still have Devereux on the phone that’s pressed to my ear.
“The car took her to her house,” Sully tells me when we’re both in.
“On it,” is all Devereaux says, then hangs up.
“Fuck, we are ways away from her house, brother,” Sully tells me. “Ironic that we were literally only minutes away from her before we came here.”
We drove all the way to the hospital in Red Lodge to see about Dylan while Emily was at her house back in Sunny, only minutes away from where Becca’s house is.
He steps on it, and we leave the parking lot with a squeal of the tires. That’s when Devereaux calls me back.
“I sent men to her house, they are a minute out. Will call back.”
“Fuck!” I scream and slap my hand against the dashboard a couple of times. “Everything is happening at once!”
I can’t even be worried about whatever state Dylan and his woman are because my own woman is in danger.
“It was on purpose,” Sully, the voice of reason in my chaotic mind, informs me. “This was all calculated to get everyone out of the way. That way Bricks would get to Dylan, and I’m sure Arlene and Becca were next, and Steve would get to Emily. They had us all scattered all over the goddamn place.”
My phone rings again.
“Talk to me,” I snap at Devereaux.
“They got her and are bringing her to my house. Be there.” He hangs up without another word.
“Turn back to Devereux’s house,” I instruct Sully, and he doesn’t hesitate, when he just does a U-turn in the middle of the street, not giving a fuck about people honking their horns at him.
We make it to the house in record time, and then we wait. About thirty minutes later, a police van pulls into the large yard. I don’t even breathe when I run toward it.
