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“Plan B, sir?” Thomas asked.
“What’s plan B?” Aiden reached inside his jacket and pulled out a gun.
“Yeah,” Vincenzo answered.
“Stay calm, Aiden.” I reached over and put a hand on his arm. “Be ready but calm, please.”
He clenched his jaw but nodded. His gun was clutched in his hand, resting on his lap.
I turned to see if they were gaining on us just as we were rammed on the right side by a pickup truck.
“Fuck,” Thomas shouted.
“Not just the caddy and van, then,” Vincenzo growled. “Zion, find us a way out of this.”
“On it, sir.” He pulled out his tablet—probably to search alternative routes—and I looked up ahead of us to see the large pickup truck trying to drive Beau’s SUV off the road.
“Slam the truck,” I shouted.
“That’s insane,” Aiden argued.
“Slam. The. Truck!” I repeated.
Thomas hit the gas harder and rammed the back of the pickup. We were all ready for it, so we braced ourselves, but the truck jolted to the right and we watched as it spun out of the way.
“That’s one down,” Vincenzo said, but all I could do was stare at Aiden, who was glaring right back at me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Vincenzo
Zion was shouting directions to Thomas, and Beau’s SUV moved behind ours. The van and caddy were relentlessly following us and no matter where Zion told them to go, we couldn’t shake them.
“We can’t go to the house with them following us,” Thomas said as he turned left and then right, taking side roads.
“The hospital.” Fred took out his wallet and pulled out a key card. “I can get us into the parking garage. If you can get us enough space between the Cadillac and the van, they won’t be able to follow us inside without a key.”
“Perfect.” I smiled. “Thomas, relay the plan to Beau and make it happen. No room for failure.”
“Yes, sir.”
We all kept quite while Zion gave Thomas directions. I kept an eye on the cars, and when we took our fifth turn in under a minute, they finally began to fall behind.
“Almost there,” Zion informed us. “Turn right at the next light, and the garage entrance will be on your left.”
Fred handed Thomas his key card just as he turned, and the bar rose. As soon as we were clear, he hit the gas and quickly but efficiently drove all the way up to the top level. Beau was able to get in behind us before the bar fell, but the caddie and van didn’t seem to get in.
“This is a private garage just for staff, so unless they have a key of their own, they won’t be able to get in.” Fred pointed to an open spot on the top. “That’s my friend Meghan’s spot. Park there; she’s off shift for now.”
Not only did the staff have their own garage but their own spots—very nice.
“Where’s your spot?” I asked.
“Second level.”
“Beau’s going to drive down and double-check that they didn’t get in,” Thomas announced as he reversed into the spot.
“Drones are in the air.” Zion was on top of it.
