Mantis (K19 Security Solutions 4)

Mantis’ phone vibrated, but he ignored it. “I feel the same way about you.”

“See who it is,” she said when the phone continued to vibrate.

“It’s Doc,” he said, accepting the call and bringing it to his ear.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Alegria and I are just finishing a romantic dinner.”

“Shit,” Doc muttered. “That makes it harder for me to tell you why I’m calling.”

“Go ahead.”

“Onyx, Monk, and Striker are on their way to Boston. They’ll meet you at the airfield, and you’ll fly out together. Diesel and Ranger are already on their way. Gunner, Razor, and I are on standby.”

“Things have escalated.”

“Striker will brief you when you arrive.”

“Roger that.”

“Almost a full team,” Alegria said when Mantis ended the call with Doc, obviously having overheard the details of the conversation.

Mantis nodded. “I can’t believe I’m leaving you already.”

Chapter 25

Dutch

He scrubbed his face with his hand. He was getting damn hungry, not to mention it would soon be nightfall and he had nowhere to stay. Maybe his best bet would be to check into a hospital and tell them he’d lost his memory. Either that or go to a police station.

Only the idea that whoever had him held captive earlier would be looking in those two places first kept him from doing it.

“Dutch?” he heard someone say.

He probably wouldn’t have even noticed, but the woman’s voice sounded so familiar. He turned around, hoping she wasn’t about to put a gun in his side, and was met by the prettiest hazel eyes he’d ever seen.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she whispered. “Everyone is.”

Dutch, if that was his name, pulled her around a corner into another alley. “Who are you?” he asked, his fingers digging into her arm.

“Come with me,” she said, pulling him farther into the alley. The grip he had on her arm seemingly didn’t bother her.

She used a key card to open an unmarked door and dragged him inside with her. She put a finger over her lips and motioned him toward an elevator.

He sure as hell hoped she was one of the good guys, but if he had to die, at least the last face he’d see was a damn pretty one.

When the elevator reopened, she grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway, using the same key card to open another door.

“Who are you?” he asked again once they were inside.

“Would you be able to answer the same question?”

He smiled. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you sure are beautiful.”

She laughed. “And there we have the answer.”

“What?”