Chapter 199

LUKE PACED HIS CELL. Waiting. Listening.

Three bombs and at least one other altercation.

The yard was abuzz with activity. People yelling, trying to put out the blaze that had taken over the main building. The acrid smoke was drifting into this wing already.

Where was Abigail?

Did he try to escape? Go in search of her? Or did he stay put?

She likely had a plan. The guys would be somewhere out there waiting for a signal. Was that what the bombs were? A signal? Then where were the guys?

The worst thing a kidnapped client could do was attempt to rescue themselves. It royally fucked up whatever plans their team made to extract the clients. He knew he needed to stay put, to play his role, but damn it. It felt wrong. Something was off. The guys should have been there already. Shouldn't they?

Voices echoed down the hall, louder. A door banged open.

Luke leaned against the bars, holding onto them as though they were all that was keeping him upright.