TWENTY-TWO
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“Somebody’s screwing around.”
Phoning Sikorski was better than going back to that house, and it was nice to hear the guy shocked. “Who...? Who is this?” Sikorski stuttered over the line of his own personal cell phone.
The choice had been made for him to leave the motel to make the call. In the unlikely event that Sikorski could trace the origin, they didn’t want to lead him back to the place Kindred had set up base. They could move, but this was easier.
So he was in the parking lot of the bar he’d met Sikorski in, Hell’s Waiting Room, without any intention of going inside. Far as he was concerned, this was as close as he’d ever like to get again to the room where he’d seen Kadie come so close to being violated.
“Swift,” he answered, because this would scr
