Page 118 of Fatal Mistake
“I do, but I’m not leaving this door where I can keep an eye on Nabijah.”
“What if I have a sniper out there?”
“Do you?” Oren growled out.
Cal shrugged.
“You wouldn’t warn me if you did.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
Oren shot a quick look outside and moved the hand in his pocket. “Your sniper takes me out, I press the remote.”
“Actually,” Cal replied. “When my sniper takes you out, he’ll make sure to sever your brain stem, and you won’t have a chance to even flinch, much less trigger a remote.”
Oren lifted his chin, but his eyes were uneasy. “Why hasn’t he done it already?”
“Good question,” Cal said. “Are you willing to take a chance of finding out by standing there out in the open?”
Oren snarled at Cal, but he stepped back and slammed the door.
“The office,” Cal said pointedly.
“Tara can lead the way,” Oren said.
Cal pushed away from the box and crossed to her before she even turned.
“Easy,” Oren said.
She and Cal started forward and Oren hung back, likely because he was afraid of being close enough for Cal to take over the situation.
Cal moved next to her and whispered, “Did Keeler pull something out of the hole on the right side of the device when he put it on you?”
She thought back to that terrifying moment and remembered him fumbling with something on that side of the bomb.
She glanced back to make sure Oren wasn’t suspicious, and when she was confident he was far enough away not to hear her, she whispered a yes.
Cal nodded. “Do you trust me?”
Trust him? What kind of question was that? Especially now.
“Do you?” he asked again.
She didn’t even need to think about it, but nodded.
“Good. When I tell you to, spin around and face me.”
“Shut up,” Oren shouted.
“Okay, okay,” Cal answered. “Take it easy.”
They marched farther forward.
“Get ready,” Cal whispered.
Her heart rate kicked up higher, and her mouth went dry.
How could Cal possibly be planning to take control of this situation when Oren had his hand on the remote?
