his new burner phone and powered it up. The only number in it was to a phone number Stanton said to call if he was ever in any trouble.
Sitting on his ass, he changed out of his sweatpants and struggled into a pair of jeans. He then tugged on a beanie and took several moments to braid his hair. His fingers throbbed when he was done, but at least it was out of the way. He switched out his sneakers for lightweight boots with thick treads before shrugging on a heavy leather jacket.
He glanced at the phone in the dark. He wasn’t going to call the number displayed on the screen. For all he knew, there could be another person like Flint waiting on the other end. He couldn’t trust anyone.
I’m on my own.
What about Logan? He crushed that thought. The shit that just went down confirmed that it had been the right call to keep Logan out of this.
He clenched his teeth and rose painfully to his feet and tucked the new gun into the back of his jeans. Emptying his old gun, he tucked it along with his sweats into the duffle and shoved it all back into the air vent before reattaching the top.
Sliding on the backpack, he made his way slowly across the roof to the access door. Inside, he took the stairs to the bottom level and called for a car.
The whole thing had taken him less than five minutes. That had been Stanton thinking ahead. He’d never be able to thank the man. His eyes burned as he slipped into the back of the waiting Uber.
“Catching a train?” The driver looked quizzically at him over his shoulder.
“Yes,” was all he said before turning to gaze out the window.
He’d catch a train out of the city and from there?
Well, he wasn’t sure.
Logan
“I’m on my way.”
He ended the call and strode over to where Elijah and Justin stood in the lobby of his San Francisco hotel. The place was built like Fort Knox and continued offering protection to people in life threatening situations. He’d been there for the past month trying to get a bead on Siegel.
That was until FBI Assistant Director Forest Taylor had called him. That call had been a game changer.
Logan did feel better knowing that Elijah, Justin, Ashley, and Tinley were going to stay put here for a while, but he needed to head back to Colorado. He did his best work at his own facility.
“I will,” Logan answered his brother and gripped Elijah tightly and then turned to hug Justin. He had to bend down to do it because Justin was so petite. The blond curled his arms around his neck and whispered against his ear.
“Find him. I know he can take care of himself, but please find him,” Justin’s voice trembled.
“I will,” he promised. Stepping back, he released the smaller man.
Justin turned into Elijah’s protective arms and his brother brushed his fingers through the blond locks. He held Elijah’s gaze for a long moment before turning away.
“Come,” he said to Echo.
By the time the hotel’s van took him to the small, private section of the airport, the Cobalt jet had landed.
Echo trotted next to him and up the ramp without any hesitation.
It was rare that Logan used Cobalt Industries’ company jet for personal business, but he needed it to get to Colorado quickly. Settling into one of the luxurious seats, Echo sprawled out on the couch across the aisle. Logan placed his cell phone and Glock on the table.
“Would you like something to drink, Mr. Cobalt?”
He smiled tiredly up at Janice. The woman was smartly dressed in a dark blue suit, her brown hair pulled back with a bun, and a friendly smile. She’d worked for his family for the past fifteen years. She placed a small drink napkin on the table.
“Just coffee for me, thanks. I think Echo could use some water.”
“I’ve already placed a bowl down.” She tossed a smile at Echo, but Logan saw the wariness in her eyes.
His dogs weren’t known for being friendly. In fact, Echo wasn’t friendly to anyone other than his team and Macy.
Macy was missing. He’d vanished from the US Marshals’ custody without a fucking trace.
Fear still clung to the back of his throat from FBI Taylor’s phone call the previous night.
The Marshals’ safe house had been attacked.
Taylor was sending down Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge Alexander Channing to help with the search. Logan didn’t know Channing, but he’d met Forest several times over