Page 12 of A Touch of Frost
“What do you want me to say, huh, Mo?” Frost shook her head. “You hurt me, and the SEALs ripped out my soul. Now you both want me to—what, exactly?”
He sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t.” I curled my fists at my side. “I don’t want to hear your sorry—you’re many years too late for that.”
“This guy did nothing wrong, okay?” Mozart sighed while handing me a card. “We’ll be here.”
I walked around him while pressing the remote to open the door, ignoring the card he offered.
“Meet us tonight.”
“I’ll think about it.” I tossed myself behind the wheel and slammed the door.
When I cracked the window, Mozart pushed the card in to me. He’d written something on the back of it. I snatched it and dropped it on the seat beside me. Without warning, I started the engine, taking comfort from the rumble then roar of the engine.
I sped out of the parking lot without looking back.
Seeing Mozart again brought back all sorts of memories—the days I thought I was in love with him.
Why in the hell would I be up at five in the morning to train when I didn’t have to? I put my body through hell and in the end everything fizzled then exploded.
We were two people on different tracks—his heading toward a better future, mine toward a cliff.
Or were we on the same track heading toward each other for a fiery collision neither of us would survive?
It didn’t matter anymore.
It hadn’t mattered for quite some time.
Mozart had found someone who loved him more than words.
I was left to kind of wander the globe like a lost spirit, desperate to find resting ground. But trusting someone again—the thought of feeling what I’d felt for Mozart for someone else left a bad taste in my mouth. It left demons circling in the pit of my stomach.
Mozart asking for help worried me. He had an entire team at his beck and call. Yet he hunted me down to ask for my help? It made no sense and though I didn’t think he was setting me up, I had to wonder why me?
I couldn’t have been the easiest person to find—I ensured that. I knew he had Tex and any little mess up would bring them right to my door.
Something was definitely not right.
When I arrived at the house I’d been staying at, I showered, packed my few belongings then sat with my laptop. Logging into the dark web, I dug around, trying to find any mentions of this missing Doctor. There were a couple of whispers but nothing really concrete.
It was mostly guessing and speculations.
On my way to meet Mozart, I stopped at a small house, just outside the outskirts Podgorica. It was dark except for a window at the front of the house. Climbing from the car, I pulled my hood up and ran across the front lawn then let myself in through a side window.
“Hello, Tink.”
She didn’t turn around right away—Tink was busy using tweezers to add a piece to a ship in a bottle. “Shhh.”
I waited.
Finally, she had the piece in place, Kandi turned to level her eyes on me. “Well, don’t you look like hell.”
Shaking my head, I entered the room and dropped my body into a nearby chair.
“They found you, didn’t they?” Kandi asked.
“You knew they were looking?” I asked.
