ticking loudly in Jason's head, each second the one where Soul_Reaper could be doing something to one of his friends. To his wife! And then the girl was back.
"Ok, looks like that place has no power according to city records. I've got nothing on the property behind it that would be close enough for wifi to reach. Um, if these people have some agenda, and I'm guessing KoG would, then they're going to be on the north side, because there's a hotel there with open wifi access. Should reach at least a hundred feet into that location on the north side, but I can't get more than that. I don't have heat cameras, man."
"Good enough," Jason said, looking at Bradley. "I need the north side," he told him. "Find us a place." Then back to Jericho. "If you find anything, let me know. And tell the rest where we're at."
"On it," she promised, and then simply ended the call.
Chapter 56
The man in the passenger seat made the girls get out of the SUV, but he kept his attention locked on Dez as the women were marched into the building. He hadn't touched her yet, but she knew he would. The problem was that her mind kept trying to figure out if he ever had before. Was this guy the real Soul_Reaper? Had he been there eight years ago? Had he put his hands on her body? Worse? Would he do it again? And if so, would he do it in front of everyone else?
Her breath was shallow, refusing to completely fill up her lungs, but Dez forced herself to stay as calm as possible. She would not let them destroy her again. Her body didn't matter. She'd already proven that. Her pride was what fueled her, and no matter what they did to her, these men could not steal that away.
But while the building they'd entered wasn't a warehouse, it was dark, bare, and clearly not in use. Their footsteps rang out in the stairwell as the five armed men forced the girls to keep going up a floor, and then another. Eventually, they found one that seemed good enough, and the tall guy made Dez open the door that led onto the floor. Tacky geometric-print carpet looked like something out of the nineties. Patches in it showed where furniture had once been. Clear plastic sheets hung everywhere, and the drywall had numerous patches, as if it was a work in progress.
Not that any of it mattered. This wasn't a warehouse, and she was going to hold on to that one difference. Sadly, the other was that she didn't have a hood over her head, and Dez could only guess what that meant. None of them were getting out of here alive. Someone was going to die, and the last five years had convinced her that she didn't want that anymore. No, more than anything else, she wanted to live.
"In here," her captor demanded, using his gun to push her shoulder.
She turned toward a door. When the weapon pressed against her spine, Dez reached out to open it, braced for anything on the other side, but it was just a room. A large, open, and very empty room. The floor was bare concrete. The walls had been stripped of whatever wallpaper had once been on them, and even the windows had been removed.
Then her captor pushed. One hand, in the middle of her back, and he wasn't gentle about it. She stumbled forward, her heart freezing at the human contact, and Dez tripped. Her feet couldn't keep up, trying to decide if she should stop or flee. Her mind was desperately trying to lose control and find that safe space where nothing else mattered. Then the concrete came up and she threw her hands out, feeling the fire on her skin as they scraped against the floor.
"We're doing what you asked," Riley snapped, rushing in to kneel beside Dez.
Rhaven, Zara, and Kate followed, all of them huddling together in the center of the room, but that seemed to be exactly what these guys wanted. The guy with the red-striped mask kept his weapon on the five of them, but the tall man wandered closer to the window, holding up his phone.
"Got it," he breathed.
Tapping at his screen a few times, he was intent on that until he set his phone up and backed away. A glance showed that the screen was toward him, so he could see himself on it,