Expired Getaway (Last Chance County #7) - Lisa Phillips Page 0,92

had the conversation in Spanish. Bridget knew enough to get by, but he spoke too quickly for her to make any sense of what he was saying. Sasha, on the other hand, was fluent. Still, while he conversed with Enrico, Bridget decided to make him think they didn’t understand him.

She caught Sasha’s attention behind his back and silently mouthed enough of her plan for Sasha to understand. The corner of her mouth twitched.

Bridget shifted and glanced around. “How long until Clarke gets here do you think?”

“Dunno.” Sasha shrugged.

Enrico’s man shifted. He said a few more things in Spanish, and Sasha gave Bridget a tiny nod. An indication he believed they didn’t understand him.

“I’d rather not be here when he gets here.” Bridget figured she’d go for it all. Make him think she was scared. “Either of them.”

“Up to you.”

Enrico’s man said more. Bridget watched Sasha’s very subtle reaction. “After what we did, you shouldn’t be here either. We should just let this guy convince Enrico, and then do what we can to be far from here when he reaches out to contact us about a deal.”

Make them think Bridget and Sasha were expecting concessions.

“We can get Clarke, too. That will help.”

Enrico’s guy turned to the side, still speaking. Sasha mouthed, They think we’re idiots.

Bridget nearly smiled. Problem was, that was the idea.

Enrico will be here soon. I don’t know how long. His man shifted and Sasha blanked her face, as though they hadn’t been talking. But he didn’t even notice their exchange. Sasha continued to mouth her findings to Bridget. He doesn’t believe us. They want to capture both of us so they can…

Bridget didn’t need an explanation. She wanted to slam Enrico’s man with the butt of her gun midsentence and watch him drop to the floor.

Instead, Sasha grabbed the man’s phone before Bridget could do anything.

“Hey!”

She pointed her gun at him, held the phone to her ear, and spoke in Enrico’s native language. Then she hung up on him. “I told him we’re going to kill him just like you killed his brother.”

Bridget swung around. “You said what?”

Sasha motioned Bridget forward. “Come on. We got what we need from Enrico, and we need to get out of this place before Clarke gets here to set the bomb.”

Bridget blinked. “He…we…what?”

“Let’s go.”

Bridget took one step but then someone grabbed her foot, and she hit the deck on all fours, crying out. A heavy weight landed on her and smashed her face into the dirty tile floor.

Sasha screeched. The sound cut off mid-way through but was quickly followed by a loud exclamation considered uncouth in many circles.

Bridget didn’t have time to offer commentary on her friend’s choice of language. She planted one foot on the floor and braced. She rolled all her weight to the right and deposited the heft on her back and to the side. Then she moved in the opposite direction and scrambled around for her gun.

He kicked at her knee. She moved just in time, and he slammed his shiny shoe into her thigh instead. Bridget grunted. Her entire leg went numb.

Sasha screeched again. She sounded super mad.

This wasn’t turning out well.

Before Bridget could get her fingers around her gun, she spotted the glint of a knife as it swung through the air. He swiped out to stab her. The second she realized it, Bridget was already rolling.

She heard the thud as the blade hit the floor behind her. She did her best to get out of reach but came up against an unconscious man.

The gun. She needed to get to—

“FBI! Freeze!”

Multiple people raced in. Boots thundered across the floor, bringing the squeak of tactical belts and rubber that hadn’t been broken in yet.

Bridget didn’t move. She kept her hands in plain view, fingers spread.

Her gun lay discarded between her and Enrico’s guy.

He let go of his knife.

Sasha shoved her guy away with a cry. He turned to his back and Bridget spotted a bloody nose. She flicked her gaze in the other direction and saw Millie bringing up the rear of the pack of feds.

She set one hand on her hip. “Sasha. What did you do?”

Bridget felt her phone buzz in her jacket pocket. One of the agents helped her to her feet, and she had to hop a few times until the feeling returned to her numb leg. She pulled out her phone as Millie approached.

Before she could see what it was, Bridget asked, “GPS tracker?”

Millie shrugged. “Clearly I was right to be concerned.” She