Yeah, Marjorie’s trainer. His name wasn’t Booker, though. It was James.
I was going crazy. So Marjorie’s trainer was named Dominic. Who cared?
Cade Booker had an exemplary FBI record as far as I could tell, but he’d only been with the bureau for a couple years.
I needed a hacker.
The Spider.
He still hadn’t responded to any of Joe’s or my attempts to get in touch. I’d committed his information to memory. Why not use it? I certainly had no idea where else to turn.
I logged in to the account Joe had created to communicate with the Spider.
And jolted in surprise.
An email was waiting.
Chapter Twelve
Marjorie
I couldn’t reach the phone, but I could create a diversion. I shoved the rest of the piece of pizza in my mouth and chewed ferociously. Then I made the best gagging sound I could and spat the contents onto the table in front of me.
“Are you freaking kidding me?” Alex spat out. “More puke?”
I kept choking and coughing, feigning gagging. I waved my hands around, clutching my throat. I said nothing, continued to gasp.
Someone had told me a long time ago that if you could ask for the Heimlich maneuver, you didn’t need it. What I needed now was for them to think I needed it.
Dominic ran into the room. “Shit. What now?”
“The dumb bitch shoved a whole piece of pizza into her mouth and now she’s choking.”
“Help her!” Dominic yelled. “We need her!”
“I no longer care, Dom.”
“I do.” Dominic grabbed me around the chest.
I looked quickly at the table. The cell phone was gone. Colin had pocketed it. Before Dominic could break my ribs, I spat a chunk onto the floor and then inhaled a deep gasp. “I’m good. I’m good.”
Dominic let me go. “Thank God.”
I turned to Alex. “Thanks for your help.”
Again the eye roll. What was up with her? Then I rolled my own eyes. Stupid question. She drugged and kidnapped people for a living. I really didn’t need to know anything else to explain her behavior.
I looked quickly at Colin, and he nodded ever so slightly at me. Good. He had the phone. Now to figure out how to get alone and make a call.
First things first. “Thank you,” I said to Dominic.
“She shoved a whole piece in her mouth, Dom. What was that about?”
“I’m hungry,” I said. “How the heck do I know when we’ll get food again?”
“I told you you’d get breakfast,” Dominic said.
“Pardon me for not taking you at your word.”