Six hours later, King looked at Aidan, exchanged glances with Honey. Aidan was staring through the two-way glass of the safe house interrogation room, his hands clenched, his whole body tense.
“Aidan?” King said quietly.
“Yeah?” Aidan rasped, not taking his eyes off Ace.
“What’s the plan here, man?”
“He’s going to tell me where the f**k Gabi is.”
“And what makes you think he’s going to tell you?” Honey said, baffled. “You going to say pretty-please? Or you going to go all bad-ass and beat the crap out of him?”
“I’m going to do neither.” Without another word, Aidan left the room, and they followed him, still totally clueless.
King entered the room, saw Ace’s sneer of contempt and Aidan’s scary calm. The man had something up his sleeve, no doubt about that, but King had no idea what t
