Page 111 of When He Lies
The word whispered through his head. He’d trusted Logan because the guy should have been Simone’s family. Yet Logan had still betrayed her. Why? Why would Logan do that to Simone?
Family.
“We’ve got her!” Another agent suddenly called out. “Found her phone! We’ve got Simone!”
Hell, yes.
But they didn’t find Simone. They found Harry. Or rather, the bleeding, tangled mess that was the MI6 agent.
Simone’s phone had been discovered near the agent. Stomped. Shattered. And as for Harry…
Ryan watched as the guy was loaded into the back of an ambulance. The authorities had closed off the street, making the entire area a crime scene. The pounding of Ryan’s heart echoed in his ears.
Jezebel had joined them on the scene. She was in the back of the ambulance right then, leaning over Harry’s form. Barking out orders to the EMTs. Ryan stood about five feet from the ambulance, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to keep from stumbling straight into the pool of rage that wanted to suck him under.
Harry left for dead.
Simone gone…gone…
In his mind, he could hear the endless echo of her scream.
“Ryan! Ryan, dammit, get your ass in here! He’s talking!” Jezebel shouted.
He bounded into the ambulance. Not like there was a ton of room in there, and, oh, no, but Harry looked like hell. Face swollen. So much blood. Broken bones.
“Simone was here,” Jezebel said.
Well, yes, he got that. Her phone had been found at the scene. The phone Ryan had given her. I was supposed to call her when it was safe. Supposed to meet up with her again and then we were going to?—
“Tried…” A strained whisper from Harry. “H-help me…”
“We are getting you help,” Jezebel assured him as she squeezed his right shoulder. One of the few parts of his body that did not seem injured.
“No…” Harry’s eyes cracked open. “She…help…”
Simone had tried to help him? Was that what Harry was attempting to say? “Who did this to you?”
Harry’s eyes opened a bit more. “K-Konstantin.”
Jezebel stiffened. “You think it was him or you know?”
“S-saw him…right in f-front…”
Jezebel’s gaze cut to Ryan. “The bastard is too confident and far too sloppy. We’ve got an agent who can testify that Konstantin tried to kill him. That means we have the man, dead to fucking rights.”
Dead was the operative word. Konstantin had clearly thought Harry would not survive and live to tell anyone about the attack. As brutal as it was to think, Ryan was surprised that Konstantin hadn’t finished off the job and ended Harry then and there.
“Sh-shot…”
What? Ryan and Jezebel both leaned closer to Harry because the word had been so low.
“K-Konstantin…told the guy to shoot me…”
“What guy?” Jezebel demanded. “And you’re shot?” She grabbed the arm of the nearby EMT, a woman who’d been working on Harry’s left leg. “Are you treating a bullet wound? Why is this vehicle not flying to a hospital? Get us going!”
Harry shook his head. “H-he missed…deliberately…” A gasp. “Konstantin…he thinks…I’m…dead.”
The siren wailed. The ambulance seemed to vibrate around them. “Who missed?” But Ryan had a suspicion.
