Nightfall (Devil's Night #4) - Penelope Douglas Page 0,123

were on an island, she had to have a boat or someone airlifting us out of here. I guessed she had some kind of tracker on her so they knew where to come.

“I have a satellite phone,” she told me. “The cavalry is on its way.”

“What does that mean?”

“The Horsemen,” she clarified. “They tracked me when I was transported here. We just need to hang on.”

Hang on?

“It’s been days,” I bit out in her face. “I could’ve gotten to China and back by now! Twice! Have you even talked to them? How do you know for sure they tracked you? Satellite phones use a lot of power. You would have to keep it turned on for them to track you.”

“Or make a call,” she retorted.

I narrowed my eyes. “You called them?”

“Yes.”

“And they’re coming?”

“Yes.”

My shoulders relaxed a little, but still…something concerned me. “Have you talked to them recently?” I asked.

Her eyes sharpened, and she studied me. “Why?”

“It’s been too long,” I told her. “They should’ve been here by now. When was the last time you spoke to them?”

She shifted on her feet, looking hesitant. “The night we arrived,” she murmured.

I closed my eyes, turning away. “Shit,” I said under my breath.

“It’s fine, Emory.” Her tone was firm and decisive. “They’re traveling, there’s been storms, and I haven’t been able to use the phone at times because I was afraid of being heard. They’ll be here.”

When? One day? Eight more days?

We needed to leave now. Make it to the coast and wait for the boat. Anything could happen, and I still didn’t know who dumped me here, but it was only a matter of time before the shit hit the fan.

She walked down the passageway, and I spotted slits and holes in the concrete, light from the rooms on the other side streaming through.

“What do you know about these guys?” I asked.

All I knew was what they’d wanted me to know.

“Stay away from Taylor,” she said, flashing her light ahead. “And stay away from Aydin Khadir.”

Wow, better late than never.

I pulled her to a stop and looked at her. “Why?”

She sighed and pulled out of my hold, continuing down the tunnel. “Micah is harmless unless you hurt Rory,” she told me. “Rory Geardon…”

“Killed people,” I finished for her.

But she stopped and peered through a peephole, whispering, “His twin sister was born with cerebral palsy. She was confined to a wheelchair. One night, a small party of teenagers broke into their house and brutalized her.” She peered over at me. “And I mean, brutalized her.”

I stopped breathing for a moment, remembering his story. And one by one, he sank them to the bottom of a lake and drowned them.

For his twin.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, unable to bear thinking about the details of what they might’ve done to her. My God.

“He had a motive, but that doesn’t mean it takes a lot to set him in motion, either,” she told me. “Watch yourself. His mother is an ambassador to Japan, and his family is one of the biggest real estate developers on the East Coast, specifically in for-profit prisons. That killing spree wasn’t his only foray into crime. They certainly had it coming, but that doesn’t mean he’s done, so be careful.”

I frowned. He was probably unlikely to ever get out of here. That meant he had nothing to lose.

“Taylor definitely belongs in here,” she continued. “He likes to take weekend road trips to college campuses, set fires in dorms and sorority houses, and then molest girls as they try to escape. When he finally lets go, they’re so scared of the fire, they don’t stop to fight back or try to identify him.”

The image of him with my panties flashed in my mind, and I winced.

“And Aydin?”

She’d told me to stay away from him, too.

But she just blurted out, “Just stay away from him. He doesn’t get to win.”

Win what?

“How do you know all this?” I asked her.

She twisted around and started walking, ignoring me. I guessed she must’ve done reconnaissance in her search for Will, but…

I grabbed her, hauling her ass back. “You’re not telling me something.”

She knocked my hand off her arm and glared. “I don’t know why you’re here or who arranged for you to be brought in,” she whispered, leaning in close. “But I came to get Will out, and you’re going to help me.”

I stared at her.

“I don’t mean to be cruel,” she continued, “but you better keep up and stop asking fucking questions. I