Page 102 of A Dirty Business
She groaned again. “Just be safe.”
She’d been telling me earlier to be smart. My partner knew me, knew we were long past that.
“I’ll try.” I disconnected the call and sped up because Ididknow one thing.
I was getting to Remmi West first.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
TRACE
Anthony was in a frenzy. He met me at Katya’s front door, looking eighty instead of his near forty years. The guards were with him. Something was already in the works.
“She’s a good person. She’s a great bartender, and I consider her a friend.”
I stopped in my tracks. “What are you talking about?”
He didn’t answer, just stepped aside.
Ashton was coming out of a door. “Trace. Back here.”
That didn’t sound good, and Anthony’s jaw was firm as he looked away, pointedly walking out of the room. Ashton didn’t look much different, but he nodded toward the door. “She beat you here.”
I cursed. “When did you get here?”
“Ten minutes after she did. We need to ask how she found Remmi so fast, because she shouldn’t have.”
I sailed past him but gave him a look. “Are you joking? With her resources?”
He flicked his eyes up to the ceiling, raking a hand over his head. “Then we’re all sorts of fucked if she called in favors.”
“We’re way beyond that.”
I shoved through the door; it led to another back section and another set of closed doors. Some of Ashton’s men were trying to get in, which said a lot because Ashton didn’t usually bring his guys. He preferred to travel alone or use my guards, but he’d kept all Katya staff out of this section. That was smart.
Tim turned around, seeing us coming. “She’s barred the door, and we’re hearing hits going on. We don’t know what she’s doing in there.”
Jesus. This had gone from bad to worse, and now it was epically worse. If my sister was harmed, I wasn’t sure what I would do. Remmi was blood. Jess ...
“Move aside, guys. Let him try.”
I pounded on the door. “Let me in, Jess.”
Nothing.
Thumps.Or what could beslappingsounded.
But there was nothing else. No cries. No screams. No yelling.
Something wasn’t right here.
“You have feeds in there?”
“No.” But Ashton sidled up next to me, an iPad in hand, and he hit a button. “But watch that.”
It was the security feeds showing Jess walking inside. She was moving calmly but with purpose, and when she hit the hallway leading to Anthony’s office, Remmi stepped out. She saw Jess and froze, and suddenly Jess rushed her. She grabbed her, twisted her arm behind her, placed another hand on the back of Remmi’s shoulders, and she marched her right through the next set of doors.
The feed switched to the room where we were in, showing no one in the vicinity as Jess guided Remmi through the doors that were now barricaded. No one put up a fight, even Remmi. It was all done with utmost professional efficiency.
