Expired Getaway (Last Chance County #7) - Lisa Phillips Page 0,99
in charge, muttered under his breath something in Spanish.
Aiden’s hands were bound. The car stopped and his body swayed, constricted between two guys. One on either side of him in the backseat of the car. The two in conversation sat in front, driver and passenger.
Between the five of them, someone needed to roll down a window.
“Find a place where we can see.” That was Enrico Capeira, the boss. The ones responsible for the predicament he was in—having been stunned, tossed in their vehicle and bound, his hands stuck together with those plastic ties that cut into your skin and hurt.
Aiden gritted his teeth. Why did they even want him? “I can get in there. I still have my police shield in my pocket.”
All they had to do was snip off the plastic tie and set him free.
The guy beside him shoved a hand to the back of Aiden’s head and slammed his face into his knee so fast he wasn’t able to stop it or pull back on his momentum. Pain exploded in his cheekbone.
Enrico continued as if Aiden’s face hadn’t just about imploded in the back of the van. “Stop right here.”
The driver jerked the car to the side and pulled over on the street outside the tiny nearby regional airport. Aiden swayed against one guy, then the other. He gritted his teeth and tried to contain his frustration.
“You need in there?” He braced for the retaliation this time. “I can get you in there.”
Enrico Capeira turned. “You think I need help from a cop? You’re gonna prove useful, eventually. But until then, we’ll see how this plays out.”
Aiden figured that meant they would kill him. But if all this wasn’t because he was a cop, then why did they grab him? The only reason he could come up with was that they’d heard him calling Bridget’s name right before. That he was apprehended because he was meddling in what they had planned for her.
Had he drawn attention to himself by causing a commotion? Yelled so loud the feds had realized the danger—and wound up getting himself snatched up in the process. Had no one seen?
God, please let someone have seen what happened.
Maybe they were right behind this car. They could have already figured out a way to get Capeira and rescue Aiden.
“Once we figure out what they’re doing here, we’ll kill both of them.” Enrico’s voice held a thread of dark violence.
Aiden had to wonder what all Capeira had planned. Sure, he intended to end the lives of both Clarke and Bridget—and no doubt—his life. But it sounded like there was more to it than a simple death.
Sickness rolled in his stomach. Sydney.
This was the second time his life had been threatened tonight.
The only saving grace was the fact he’d left Basuto to care for Sydney in his absence. The sergeant would take care of his daughter. And if Aiden and Bridget were both killed, then his will stated very plainly that Sydney would be raised by Conroy and Mia. He’d emailed over the update earlier today to request Bridget’s name be added. It needed to be signed off on to be legal, but her name would at least be on record. After Conroy and Mia’s wedding, he’d sat down with them and asked for this favor.
It would be okay.
Things might be bad, but God would be there after the dust settled.
“Why’d you guys grab me anyway?” He wanted them distracted. To delay whatever move they’d planned in order to deal with him. “I don’t know you. I’ve got nothing to do with whatever this is.”
“No? You don’t got nothin’ to do with Bridget in there? Or her boyfriend?”
Aiden held back his reaction to that.
“You probably know all about what they’re up to.” Enrico lifted a gun and pointed it at Aiden. “Or you don’t, and you’re nobody she cares about. In which case, I don’t need you.”
That statement left Aiden with exactly two choices. Tell them he meant nothing to Bridget and get shot, or tell them he did mean something to her and get used as leverage over her…and then get shot.
Enrico seemed to think that was amusing, given the way the skin around his eyes crinkled.
Aiden knew plenty. Like how they’d been too late to get to Bridget, so they’d grabbed him instead. Probably just trying to salvage whatever plans they had. It was becoming clear Enrico didn’t know what Clarke was up to.
The Capeira boss chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”