Pirate's Promise (Sentinels of Savannah #5) - Lisa Kessler Page 0,50
“Sure thing, love.” He eyed Lennox. “I’ll be right back.”
He wished he could read her mind, but he trusted she’d get word to him about what she really needed. It damned sure wasn’t an invisible portfolio. He wasn’t happy about leaving her alone with Lennox, but she was armed and almost as good a shot as Greyson. If that bastard made a move, he’d be sorry.
Greyson left the office and started on the path through the lockers when he noticed a break in the metal line. He slipped between them, peering into the shadows. Stacks of oversize crates were stenciled with numbers and the name Lupine Lumber.
Lupine. He ran his tongue along his teeth. Weren’t lupines another name for werewolves? He would’ve laughed it off a few years ago, but when Keegan and Char had been attacked at the maritime museum last year, they’d received backup from a couple who’d been visiting from Nevada. They’d left Keegan with a business card and the knowledge that immortal pirates weren’t the only secret the United States government was keeping from the population.
Werewolves weren’t fiction. They were living, breathing people.
And if werewolves lived in America, it wouldn’t be a big stretch to find them in Scotland, too, would it? He shook off the thought. It was probably just clever marketing. He had moved deeper into the warehouse when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Put Shaw in the car.
He read Aura’s text once more and smirked as he pocketed the phone and changed course for the front door. He wasn’t sure what she had planned, but they needed to find out where the sword was stored, so catching these two and making them talk would be the first step.
Shaw sat on a folding chair, eating an apple as he stared at a magazine on his lap.
He was a couple inches shorter than Greyson, but his build was solid. He also had a gun holstered at his hip, and possibly one hidden under his pant leg.
Greyson crept up silently in the shadows. His head snapped up, and Greyson froze. Holding his breath, Greyson frowned. He hadn’t made a sound.
Shaw sniffed the air and set the magazine aside. He dropped the apple core in a trash barrel and stood up, sniffing again. Greyson had showered before this trip, so no way body odor had exposed him. Shaw took a couple steps in his direction and stopped.
Greyson drew his weapon and stepped into the light. “Scream and I’ll put a bullet in yer head.” He didn’t bother covering with Greg’s accent. “Don’t move.”
He approached Shaw and took the gun from Shaw’s holster.
Suddenly, the world flipped. Or he did.
Greyson hit the ground so hard, the wind whooshed from his lungs. Shaw pounced on top of him, and pain lit through Greyson’s gut. He hadn’t realized guy had a knife until it was buried in him. Fuck. His instinct was to shoot the bastard, but he wasn’t sure if Aura needed him alive. He also didn’t want the noise to interrupt whatever plans she had for Lennox.
Greyson grabbed the hilt of the dagger buried in his stomach and jerked it free, tossing it aside. “That fucking hurts, mate.”
Shaw’s eyes widened as the bleeding staunched and the wound closed. Greyson seized the distraction, landing a solid uppercut to Shaw’s jaw, followed with a left to his exposed midsection. He fell over backward like a mighty oak tree.
Greyson picked up his gun from the floor as he rushed to Shaw’s side. He nudged him with his foot, but he didn’t move. Then he scanned the area for cameras or any sign of backup.
Nothing. Good.
He holstered his gun and checked for a pulse. Shaw was alive. If Greyson had known today might turn into a hostage situation, he would’ve brought some rope along. He sighed and poked around for something to bind him with. A dusty roll of duct tape sat forgotten on a shelf. Perfect.
After taping Shaw’s wrists and ankles together, he knelt beside him and sucked in a deep breath. In one fluid movement, he hoisted the unconscious man over his shoulder and carried him to the rental.
They must’ve chosen this warehouse for the privacy. The building itself was rusted in spots, the asphalt in the parking lot was pitted with a few deep potholes, but it was fenced, and the other industrial buildings in the area appeared to be abandoned. At least no one would be posting a video of the fight on the internet.