Chapter Thirty-Two
The safest place right now was the rooftops. It was also the most efficient way for Damien to get to the hotel.
He’d been in his room, fetching cash to buy another round of drinks, when the explosion rocked the island. The first thing he did was reach for his cell, remembered he didn’t have it, then rushed out the door—pausing only when he recalled that although they’d handed their GPS receivers back to Freeman, he still had a radio. He pulled everything out of the room safe, found the radio and switched it on. He hadn’t been expecting anything, but the earpiece had sparked to life. It was then he realized Sophia and the others were on the same island. And they were in a world of trouble.
Miked up, he’d taken his flashgun and the Glock 21 from the safe—he’d left the G
