CHAPTER TWELVE
Ian drove like a madman on cocaine. He’d raced to his car and just started the engine when Mike called him, telling him they had an emergency—Brody was in the restaurant’s office with a blonde woman Mike didn’t know. But Ian knew instantly who it was and thanked the stars above for his teammate. He didn’t know how Egghead knew Angie was in danger, but he was thankful the geek had her in hiding.
Another call had come in less than two minutes earlier than Mike’s. The screen read ‘Unknown,’ which was common in his business with all his contacts who preferred to remain anonymous. Throwing down the pen he’d been using to do some monthly accounting, he picked up his cell and answered it. “Sawyer.”
“Daisy Duck is f****d. Get her out of there.”
The line went dead, and he’d shot
