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Not liking the answer but unable to find any sarcasm in his tone, Luke headed out of the gate, pulled over and sent her a message. When the answer came almost immediately, he calmed somewhat. With a bunch of people from work. See you soon.
Taking her at her word, he drove to headquarters where he found the others gearing up to pull the raid.
Chapter Forty-one
Honey froze when she looked into the nozzle of the gun pointed her way. Though she’d taken target practice and knew what it felt like to hold one, she’d never before had the killing instrument stuck in her face.
Listening to the female orders from the deadpan voice that meant business, Honey stepped into the room and felt like an oven door closed her into such heat that imaginary blisters formed. Inside the tension-filled room with the dead body and the three other adults who looked frazzled and dismayed, she was instantly sorry she hadn’t left well enough alone.
“Why’d you have to go and shoot the son of a bitch?” Bellowing, the scotch drinker looked like a heart attack was imminent. His pointing finger at Lori soon lowered when he saw her passion.
In a voice filled with self-righteous temper, she barked, “Because he disobeyed orders. That doesn’t happen with my men. There’s one boss here, and it’s me.” She turned to the Chinese man in the corner who looked like a stone statue. He showed no emotion whatsoever. Honey wished she could emulate his behavior. She knew the revulsion and fear in her expression would be plain for anyone to see.
After a quick peek at the body and knowing by the hole in his forehead that he’d be dead, she lowered her neck and prayed someone would come looking for her.
Then a thought hit her, and she prayed Mel wouldn’t search her out. Bad enough for them to have her in their clutches. No way would she wish this danger on her best friend.
Lori started to move, pointing at the one guard waiting for instructions. “Get rid of the body and call Leroy to clear away this mess. We’re going to the warehouse to finish the transaction.” She pointed at Honey. “Deal with this one too.”
“You want we should kill her?”
Lori stopped and gave the idiot a look that spoke volumes. Sarcasm sharpening her tone, she snorted. “Now what do you think should happen? She’s a witness. Of course, kill her. But not on the property. Clear all evidence of her being here and take her somewhere her body won’t be found.”
The guard wrenched Honey to turn, stuck his pistol into her ribs, and ordered, “Walk with me. Easy like. Don’t make any sudden moves, and we’ll get along just fine, Chica.”
He spoke into a mic on his shoulder and gave instructions for Leroy to bring a body bag and go to the office as soon as the room cleared. Once he got an affirmative, he shoved her toward the side door that led to the garden. Instead of heading there, they did a quick turn down a small path and ended up at the garages. There he forced her inside a tiny shed-like building that sat behind the others.
Honey’s brain worked frantically. So many thoughts flying in at once, she felt sick from overload. Should she resist now? Could she take him? He had a gun. True. But maybe if he didn’t expect her to fight, he’d be surprised. While she decided whether to resist by screaming or just try to run, he shoved her in front of him, through the door, and into the darkness.
“Listen. The bitch expects me to kill you, but I never killed nobody. And I ain’t gonna take a fall for the likes of that mujer loca. Chica, stay here quiet. I’ll tie you up and gag you. Then I’m outta here.”
“No. Look. Take me with you. She’s crazy. Don’t leave me here with her. Please.”
“No way.” She heard resistance in the man’s voice.
Whispering, using every bit of intelligence she could gather, she coaxed, “At least take me off the property. Look, she said to erase all signs of me. I’ll drive and… and you hold the gun on me. We’ll… ahh, we’ll pick up my phone at the gatehouse, so everyone thinks I’ve left. Then we can go our separate ways.”
Honey watched him thinking over her plan. “Right. Good. Okay. You’re my prisoner. We’ll get through the gate. But I can’t take any chances you’ll go to the police.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Not good enough. Everyone in my life has broken their word to me in one way or another.”
“Not me… what’s your name? I can’t keep thinking of you as my executioner. Look, I’m Honey Bolder.”
He thought for a second and then shrugged. “You can call me Sage.”
“Okay, Sage it is. I promise not to resist. But we have to make it look good, or they might think something is wrong.”
“I still need to know I’ll have time to cross the border. You’ll have to stick with me for a while. Look, I’ll take you to a motel and tie you up. The cleaners will find you in a few hours. I won’t hurt you, hermana. But I can’t take chances.”
Honey could hear the earnestness in the young man’s voice and thanked all the Gods for sending him to her. “We’ll do it your way then, Sage. I’m just so glad you’re with me and not one of the others.”
“Oh, Honey, you better believe you’re lucky. I’m new at this and after seeing a cold-blooded murder, I’ve decided this dirty game is not for me. Mi Mamá was true. I don’t have the stomach for such madness.”
Sage led her to one of the property SUVs and then gave directions to take them past the gatehouse. There she stopped, his gun pointing at her head so the guard could see. “Hey amigo, pass this lady’s phone to us. The boss said to clear out all her belongings. Call in to the kitchen and tell them to get rid of her stuff there too. Her name is Honey Bolder.”
The guard nodded but held up his hand. “I’m coming with you. Slater is covering the gate now. You can drop me off at the warehouse. Boss wants as many of us there as possible for the delivery.”
