Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 5

He’d learned to trust his gut.

Ace whirled and tapped the keyboard, his fingers flying.

Saxon stepped forward. “If we get her location, we need to contact SFPD.”

Vander shook his head. “I’ll go in and get her.”

Saxon put his hands on his hips and made a sound.

“Alone,” Vander added.

“Got her,” Ace said. “A warehouse in the Bayview Industrial Park.”

Vander studied the map on the screen. It was south of the city. An industrial area near Hunter’s Point, not far from the Bay.

“It says the warehouse houses a Muay Thai gym,” Ace said.

Vander’s guess was that the gym was a front, and that there was more going on than just guys working out. He spun and strode out.

“Fuck,” Saxon said. “Don’t kill anyone, Vander.”

Brynn was in danger, so that was a promise he couldn’t make.

CHAPTER TWO

Brynn kept working on her ropes. Cray and his sidekick, Ronny, still hadn’t come back.

She had to get free.

She heard dogs barking somewhere close by. The poor things. She guessed they were dogs that had been trained for the dog fights.

Her stomach churned. Assholes. Breeding dogs to be aggressive and putting them in rings to tear each other apart was barbaric. The real animals were these men organizing it and watching it.

She was sure now that Tom Moore had stumbled onto it, and that’s why he’d been killed.

The rope on her right wrist loosened.

Yes. She pulled her hand free, rubbing her abraded skin. She had to get out of here. If Cray touched her in any way, Vander would lose it. And not in an angry, wild way. No, her deadly husband would go cold and dark.

She got to work on her other wrist. A second later, the rope slithered off her.

Yes.

Brynn rose, and felt her muscles protest from sitting in the same position for too long. She reached up and touched the back of her head where it throbbed. Some asshole—she suspected Cray—had hit her hard.

He’d pay. For all of this.

She glanced around, but didn’t see anyone. She quickly headed for the shadows at the edge of the warehouse. The light outside the windows was waning, so night was falling. She spotted a metal door and moved toward it.

When she tested the handle, it was unlocked. She eased the door open.

It looked like a gym of some sort. There were mats and equipment. She spotted a sign on the wall. Bayside Muay Thai.

Must be a legit business at the front, hiding the rest of the not-legal stuff behind it. A few men stepped into view.

Brynn ducked back and quietly closed the door. She had no idea if they were in on the dog fighting or innocent. Right now, she wanted to escape—quietly—without anyone seeing her.

She moved in the other direction, keeping close to the stained stucco wall.