So, you sit here and pray she wakes up because if she dies, I come back and I won’t bring water next time. I left him screaming into the darkness and drove back to the city. Now, the real work began. I parked a block away from Dominic’s penthouse building. It was a fortress of glass and steel, the kind of place bought with blood money. I couldn’t get in. Not yet.
But I could see in. I set up in a parking garage across the street on the top level. I pulled out my spotting scope. Through the floor to ceiling windows of the penthouse, I could see them. The Wolf Pack. Dominic was pacing a drink in his hand. He looked angry. He was probably calling Mason’s phone. Evan and Felix were sitting on the couch laughing at something on the TV.
Grant was doing lines of something white off the coffee table. Ian and Kyle were arm wrestling on the kitchen island. They looked so comfortable, so safe. I took out my phone. I had cloned Mason’s SIM card before I left him at the silo. A little trick a contact and intel taught me.
