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Elvira
At the same time, outside seating, Starbuck’s in Cherry Creek North, Denver…
The bitch was late.
This did not make Elvira happy.
Tapping an impatient toe, she sucked back a sip of latte, put it down, lifted her phone and jabbed at it with her finger before putting it to her ear.
The call rang through to Tyra’s phone.
No answer.
When she got voicemail, Elvira disconnected without leaving a message and her hand was falling when her phone rang in it.
The display said “Hawk Calling”.
Elvira took the call and put the phone to her ear.
“Which part of the words ‘day off’ do you not understand?” she asked in greeting.
“Tyra with you?” Hawk asked back.
“No. The girl is late.”
“Russians are on the move. Tack and Tyra are both targets. Get your ass to the office now and call Lee Nightingale on your way.”
Disconnect.
Elvira shot out of her chair and raced on her high heels to her burgundy Eclipse.
In most instances, except this one, it was a sacrilege but she left her latte on the table not even half drunk.
Chapter Thirty-One
Rivers of Blood
Tack
Two minutes before Hawk’s call to Elvira, Kane Allen and Tyra Masters’s house…
Tack’s cell rang as he was walking down the hall toward the sound of the TV in the living room where his kids were. He dug it out, looked at the display and put it to his ear.
“Yo,” he answered.
“You good?” Cabe “Hawk” Delgado asked in a voice that made Tack stop dead outside his kitchen.
“Yeah. Why you askin’?”
“Tyra with you?”
Ice immediately suffused his veins.
“No, she left half an hour ago to drive down the mountain to go shoppin’ with Elvira.”
“I’ll call Elvira, you call Tyra. Get her ass back there or to Chaos. Guard.”