Nightfall (Devil's Night 4)

I needed to see that blueprint again. I could read it a hell of a lot faster than she could.

A faint light caught my eye, and I stopped. “Alex…” I whispered, inching toward the wall and closer to the light. “What’s the plan here?”

If we were on an island, she had to have a boat or someone airlifting us out of here. I guessed she had some kind of tracker on her so they knew where to come.

“I have a satellite phone,” she told me. “The cavalry is on its way.”

“What does that mean?”

“The Horsemen,” she clarified. “They tracked me when I was transported

here. We just need to hang on.”

Hang on?

“It’s been days,” I bit out in her face. “I could’ve gotten to China and back by now! Twice! Have you even talked to them? How do you know for sure they tracked you? Satellite phones use a lot of power. You would have to keep it turned on for them to track you.”

“Or make a call,” she retorted.

I narrowed my eyes. “You called them?”

“Yes.”

“And they’re coming?”

“Yes.”

My shoulders relaxed a little, but still…something concerned me. “Have you talked to them recently?” I asked.

Her eyes sharpened, and she studied me. “Why?”

“It’s been too long,” I told her. “They should’ve been here by now. When was the last time you spoke to them?”

She shifted on her feet, looking hesitant. “The night we arrived,” she murmured.

I closed my eyes, turning away. “Shit,” I said under my breath.

“It’s fine, Emory.” Her tone was firm and decisive. “They’re traveling, there’s been storms, and I haven’t been able to use the phone at times because I was afraid of being heard. They’ll be here.”

When? One day? Eight more days?

We needed to leave now. Make it to the coast and wait for the boat. Anything could happen, and I still didn’t know who dumped me here, but it was only a matter of time before the shit hit the fan.

She walked down the passageway, and I spotted slits and holes in the concrete, light from the rooms on the other side streaming through.

“What do you know about these guys?” I asked.

All I knew was what they’d wanted me to know.

“Stay away from Taylor,” she said, flashing her light ahead. “And stay away from Aydin Khadir.”

Wow, better late than never.

I pulled her to a stop and looked at her. “Why?”

She sighed and pulled out of my hold, continuing down the tunnel. “Micah is harmless unless you hurt Rory,” she told me. “Rory Geardon…”

“Killed people,” I finished for her.