“Slow down, damn it! I can’t understand a single word you’re saying,” Eric Logan frowned as he pressed the phone against his ear.
“That jerk… room… locked,” Ronin’s urgent and furious voice came through, while Eric stared at the wall in front of him, struggling to comprehend his brother’s message. It all sounded like gibberish and fragments, as if the network had completely failed where he was.
“Ronin, where are you?”
“I… idea… small… took… men…”
“What?”
“They… Carmen.”
“Damn it, man. Try moving around. The network is messed up!”
“They… took Carmen… What the f**k? Can you hear me now? Damn it…!” The phone call abruptly cut off.
Eric lowered the phone and stared at the screen. After Ronin explained Simon Walsh’s obsession with Carmen and how he had locked her up to extract a confess
