Page 64 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
Devereux ignores her and continues, his eyes scanning the room but stopping to where me and Wyatt are standing.
“The ambulance is going to take them to the correctional facility this morning,” he continues with no worries in the world. “There is a fairly long stretch of the road that is completely deserted.”
“How far out?” I ask as my brain is trying to absorb all the details.
“Far enough where no one would see anything,” Devereaux deadpans. “Malone has a team assembled to block the road both ways, an hour out for each way. No one else will be there at that time of the day.”
“Why are they in the ambulance?” Wyatt asks next.
“Because your brother’s girlfriend and her next door neighbor friend did a number on both of them,” Devereaux looks positively evil when he says it. “I am actually considering frying pans and baseball bats as approved weapons for my security detail.”
“Girls rock,” I snicker, and Wyatt fist bumps me.
“We are going to be in a van behind the ambulance,” Devereaux continues, laying out the plan for us. “It will look like it is part of the team taking them to the correctional facility. Once we are on the deserted part of the road, at the halfway point, their ambulance is going to have a small accident.”
My eyebrows go up in question. “How small?”
“They’ll blow up and wild animals will be eating at their bones for the foreseeable future,” he shrugs.
“Oh god.” Arlene throws herself against the back of the couch, her eyes staring at the ceiling.
“It’ll work out, Mrs. K,” I assure her, but an instant lump forms in the back of my throat when my eyes connect with Devereaux.
“What did I tell you?” he grumbles my way.
I put my hands up in apology. “It slipped. So sorry,Arlene.” I make sure to enunciate her first name.
She shakes her head at me again, but this time in amusement.
“I’m gonna need you to stay here and take care of my wife,” I point at her. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else with that.”
“Yeah, ma,” Wyatt gets in on it. “Ali and the kids, too. Make it a vacation. We’ll go blow up some shit and people.”
I raise my fist for us to bump. “That was a good one, dude.”
My eyes go around the room until I see Sully. I stare at him and wonder if this would be a good time for me to announce that we’re related. As if he can read my mind, he gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head. He wants to wait. But it dawns on me that the only person in the room who is not aware of it is Wyatt. Malone and his team don’t count since we have no personal connection with them.
“Departure time is now in forty-five minutes,” Devereaux declares, stretching his arm to Arlene for her to grab. She is more than happy to follow him out of the room.
Malone and a couple of his guys walk outside, large printouts of maps under his arm.
That leaves me in the room with Wyatt and Sully.
“You two should probably go kiss your wives goodbye, yeah?” he lifts his chin at us.
I eye him thoughtfully. “What are you going to do?”
“Ima make a phone call.” He is already halfway out of the room when he says it.
Me and Wyatt are the last ones left here. We stare at each other, then both turn and start walking toward the stairs at the same time. When we reach the landing on the second floor, he turns to walk toward the large hallway at the opposite end of where I am staying. This damn place is like a castle, all hallways and hidden rooms.
I see him hesitating when he gets closer to his destination until he stops altogether.
“Everything okay?” I call out. I hope to God there’s no one lurking in the hallway, waiting to shoot him.
He hesitates for a second. “Uh…”
I take off in a light jog until I’m where he is. And then I hear it. Emily’s voice coming from… Wyatt’s room.
