Page 209 of Wrecked
“I’m gonna head to HR to let them know about Addison and me,” Hawk said.
Prescott attention was fixed on Tommy’s burner. “Whoa, this is messed up.” He handed the phone to Hawk.
Hawk read through the text thread on Tommy’s phone. “What the fucking fuck.”
“Read them to me,” Cooper said.
Hawk read out loud.
“Eliminate Hawk.”
“Just take him out already.”
“Kill the motherfucker.”
“Jesus,” Cooper bit out.
“This one says, ‘Once he’s gone, Addison is yours.What are you waiting for?’”
“He had an accomplice,” Cooper said, “but why would he turn on Tommy?”
“Tommy only sent one text,” Hawk said.
“Read it to us,” Cooper urged.
“It says, ‘I did it.I killed him.’ And Tommy’s accomplice responded with, ‘Nice work.’”
Hawk’s blood turned to ice, while dread made his stomach drop.
Tommy was gone, but his accomplice wasn’t.
At the moment, he was safe… but was Addison?
* * *
Addison and Liliana rode the elevator to the penthouse level.
“Tell me about your new job,” Addison said.
“It’s my dream job,” Liliana said. “I’m going to be working with my family.”
The doors slid open and Liliana led the way toward the flight of stairs to the rooftop. Through the door they went and up the stairs.
At the top of the steps, Addison shoved open another door and stepped outside. She expected to see a finished balcony with several tables, a bar, and a few wait staff. Instead, the rooftop was unfinished. In the center of the expansive space stood a small, round table with two chairs.
“What the hell is this?” Addison blurted.
“A one-way party for two.” The harshness in Liliana’s voice made Addison spin toward her. On instinct, Addison went for her weapon, but she’d left it at Hawk’s.
Dread filled her soul.
* * *
Cooper’s phone rang. “Cooper Grant.” As he listened, his eyebrows pinched together, and he strode to his laptop. A few clicks later, he said, “Got it.”
Cooper hung up, slid his gaze to Hawk and Prescott. “That was CIA Associate Director, Anita Robinson. Months ago, they got word that Aziz Haqazzii—the terrorist you just took out—had an accomplice who’d gotten into the country undetected, despite being on the No-Fly List. They followed up, but the lead went nowhere… until today. Anita just sent over a picture.”
Hawk walked around Cooper’s desk and eyed the picture of a woman dressed in military fatigues, a machine gun cradled in her arms.
