“Nothing.” Pitbull cleared his throat.
“She’ll be all right, Pit,” Barbie’s voice was soft and measured. “Any sightings yet?”
One by one everyone reported in.
“Wait,” Mozart said. “I think this is him but he’s not driving his own car.”
“What’s he in?” Barbie asked.
“Look at the entrance now,” Mozart said.
Pitbull looked but he was a little far away to make out who the figure was. Barbie had her scope and Mouth was undercover as a valet. They had a better view than he did.
He didn’t like this plan.
The radios took on a silence that was only interrupted by the periodic crackle of the frequency. Pitbull tapped his fingers harder agains the wheel.
“Tex?” Pitbull called.
“I’m here, brother.” Tex responded. “Try and breath, Pit. You know better than I do these things take time.”
“That’s my heart in there—you can’t begin to…”
“Understand?” Tex asked. “You remember what I went through with Mel, right?”
“Sorry.” Pitbull rubbed his nose. “I don’t feel right about this. I’m scared.”
“I know. But we got this.”
More time passed. The timepiece on the dashboard felt like the doomsday clock counting in the wrong direction. So many times Pitbull was tempted to clamor from the car and rush inside. But he couldn’t. Anke’s life may depend on him behaving.
“Target approaching Anke,” Mouth’s voice trembled through the earpiece.
“Tex, is Anke wired for sound?” Beast asked.
“You know it,” Tex replied.
“Turn it up.” Beast ordered.
There was a split second of nothing until the sound of Anke’s breathing leaving her body quickly filled the car.
“Anke Fischer,” Penrod said. “You’re a hard woman to get a hold of. Mind if I joined you?”
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Anke asked.
Pitbull was proud of her. Her voice was strong, defiant.
“Not yet. But you’re about to.”
“Look, if you must know, I have a boyfriend and I’m not interested.”
“I know. Daniel Hunt,” Penrod said. “I believe they call him Pitbull.”
“So, you know Pit? Did you work with him or something?”
“Or something…”
Well, I’ll tell him you asked about him. Who are you?”