33
Ransom
“She’s at Travis’s house. The one on Mont Blanc Boulevard, in Farmington,” Malone said after hanging up his phone. “From what it looks like, he only has a couple of bodyguards with him.”
That was all I needed.
I was already at the door before Reece could speak.
“Slow down, cowboy. Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“To get her,” I said firmly. They didn’t look like they were in much of a hurry and I couldn’t wait around any longer. Every second that had ticked by, the sense of doom had grown stronger. Maybe I couldn’t take down all of Travis’s men, but I’d find another way. I had to.
“Do you even know where the hell you’re going, Ransom?” Malone asked.
I shrugged. “I know where Farmington is. I’ll figure out where Mont Blanc Boulevard is and then go from there.”
