I allowed myself to become so caught up in finding Courtney that I forewent all of my security measures. People moved in and out of the house freely, bringing me information and following up on leads. Who knows how many enemies infiltrated my ranks without me noticing? How deeply they penetrated?
“Pull the car over now,” I growl. The driver makes no move to obey my orders.
Wherever I’m being taken, there won’t be a return trip. I know that.
Courtney might actually be there waiting for me, but this situation won’t end well for either of us.
I have to get out.
I slide across the seat and try the doors, but they’re useless. As I’m sliding back to center, my foot hits something under the seat, and I remember the toolbox.
After one of our transport vehicles broke down on the road with a h
