Page 7 of Night Moves
He dug a pen from his pocket and wrote the information on his palm. “I’ll need you to update me on the detective’s progress. I don’t want to use phones as there’s no such thing as an untraceable phone. But I can access email via a secure network so go ahead and communicate updates that way.” He shared the secure company email address. “And if you find yourself in any danger, or even a hint of danger, you contact me. Don’t hesitate. Just do it.”
“I—”
“Give me the phone,” Reed demanded.
Drake would normally finish his call, but with the thunderous look on Reed’s face, Drake handed it over. He didn’t want to get between this guy and his sister any more than he would want anyone to interfere with him and Sierra. Plus, Reed was totally capable of holding his own, and Drake didn’t want to peeve him off.
“What’s this about you being in danger?” Reed demanded.
Drake couldn’t hear Malone’s answer, but she was a headstrong, independent woman, and he had to figure she was arguing with her brother.
“That’s it, then.” Reed widened his stance. “You’re staying with us until this is over.” He paused and gnawed on his cheek. “This isn’t up for discussion, Malone. If you’re not here within an hour, I’ll come get you.” Reed shoved his phone into his pocket.
“I take it she agreed,” Drake said.
“Reluctantly.” He gritted his teeth. “We’ll see if she follows through.”
“Would you really go drag her over here?”
“What would you do if there was any hint of danger to Sierra? Especially from a potential killer?”
“Exactly what you’re doing.” Drake firmed his stance. “Let me know if you need our help with Malone.”
“You do your thing, and I’ll take care of my sister.”
Figuring Malone was still going to give Reed a run for his money, Drake nodded and headed for the stairway. Not only would it be faster than the elevator to go up one floor to their office where he would gather needed supplies, but the exercise would wake him up too. He texted Erik to meet him at the office and took the stairs two at a time to the sixth floor, where he crossed the skybridge to their office tower.
He used his fingerprints to unlock the door. Once inside, he dialed his brother Clay, who also should’ve just gotten off shift.
“Yo,” Clay answered.
“I need you to get eyes on a suspect.” Drake relayed Kirk Gentry’s details, including his address and that he was a police officer, as he headed to their gear closet. “How soon can you get over there?”
“Just finishing up here, so I’d say I could be there in ten minutes or so.”
“Book it and get there in less.” Drake tossed his and Erik’s Kevlar vests onto a table.
“Can do.”
“And, bro. When this guy finds his children are missing, he could get the whole police force looking for them. Means you best—”
“Lie low so they don’t think I’m involved in their disappearance. Yeah. I got this. I’ll text you when I have the guy in sight.”
The call went dead.
Perfect. His brothers readily took on an assignment like this without question. Sure, they’d ask them later, but in the moment, they knew when to act and did so. Their parents were the same way, though their mom usually didn’t even need to be asked. She somehow sensed when one of them needed her and was already waiting by the time they got to her.
Erik stepped through the door as Drake grabbed extra ammo for his sidearm and a rifle with the corresponding ammo. Probably overkill, but he never knew what he’d run into on this assignment.
“Pizza will have to be to-go.” Drake slipped into his vest and shared the details with his younger brother. “Gearing up now, and then we’ll head out.”
Erik grabbed his vest. “Just you and me?”
“Clay’s on his way to get eyes on Gentry, and Aiden and Brendan are still winding down our current surveillance. Besides, we can handle a transport.”
“We’re talking a potential murderer here and a police officer who knows how to evade capture.”
Drake grabbed the rifle and met his brother’s gaze. “Then let’s pray this social worker took off before he got home, and he has no idea where she went with his children.”
