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Finally, Emmitt’s paranoia forced him to react. Every time he turned, we were in his face. No matter where he went, we were there. After a while, he was jittery.
I could see it even before Demon pointed it out.
He was constantly looking over his shoulder and I knew he was looking for us.
I smirked when he called a meeting and soon a flurry of activities was happening at the warehouse location.
As I waited in the car, Kid had snuck onto the property to get a closer look.
While I waited, I kept a close eye on the gate.
Each minute to tick by, my nerves drew closer and closer to fraying. When he finally returned, I exhaled. I hadn’t realized I wasn’t breathing the entire time.
He climbed in beside me. “They’re moving Jeremy. We should move the car. When they checked on us, they need to think we’re gone.”
My heart did a lurch as I felt as if I would cry.
We moved the car and parked.
As I watched the location through a pair of binoculars, Kid immediately got on the phone to Sean and Mamba, who in turn was supposed to inform Malik.
“They gate just opened.” I reported. “Two SUVs just came out.”
“Jeremy should be in the first one.” He told me.
“You saw him?” I wanted to know. “How does he look?”
“I couldn’t see his face.” Kid replied. “But he was walking under his own steam.”
I took that as some solace. He was walking—he was alive.
The black vehicles sped by us, the windows tinted. Though I fought to see inside, I just couldn’t.
I didn’t get the idea of two SUVs as they were both driving one behind the other and headed in the same direction.
But as long as neither of them veered off in a different direction, I figured we’d be good.
We hadn’t gotten too far before Malik’s car pulled into the lane behind us.
“He’s heading to his place.” I told Kid.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Positive.”
“That makes no sense.” Kid told me. “Why take him to his house?”
“Maybe he believes he won’t get caught.” I replied. “I mean, we can break into the warehouse, but to search his house, we need a warrant, right?”
“But we’d need one for his warehouse too—its private property.”
“I told you.” I muttered, digging through the glovebox for a piece of Kleenex. “He’s a dumbass..”
We kept following the SUV until it pulled through the massive gates of Emmitt’s mansion.
The man really didn’t have a brain in his head.
