Page 99 of Tempest’s Torment

Ghost walks in with Savage behind him. "Talk to me," Ghost says.

Rogue doesn't look up. "I've got the SUV for six blocks. Lost it after that. I'm pulling every camera I can get south of here."

"Recording?"

"Copied it. Running the original now." Rogue tells him and everyone tenses, more waiting, and it’s time Lilah doesn’t have.

There’s a knock at the door; Savage checks the camera before opening it. He turns and looks at me. "Lorenzo."

I straighten as Savage opens the door.

Lorenzo walks in, his gaze finding me first, then it moves around the apartment, clocking the laptops covering Lilah's table, the cards still sitting in the living room, and two plates from breakfast. His eyes come back to mine. He understands. Of course, he fucking does. "What do you need?"

"I need her found."

Lorenzo pulls out his phone. "Then let's find her."

"Got something." Rogue's voice cuts through the room and every conversation stops.

I turn from Lorenzo and cross the apartment. "What?"

"I've been cleaning up Lilah's recording." He pulls one of the headphones away and turns the volume up on the laptop. "Listen."

Static fills the room first, but then Lilah’s voice sounds. "Let Jinx go." My stomach twists at the sound of her voice.

Evan comes through next. "You come down, he walks away."

I grip the back of the chair, I've already heard this. I heard enough of it through the phone. "Keep going," I urge.

Rogue does; there's movement, Lilah shouting, Jinx's voice somewhere farther away and then another man, it’s too low to make out, but Rogue rewinds it and plays it again. Nothing.

"Can you clean that up?"

"Trying."

He isolates the section and runs it again, this time the voice is clearer. "

"You were right, Evan. You knew she'd fight."

My hand tightens around the back of the chair.

Evan laughs. "Of course she'd fight, Marcus. She never likes to disappoint."

Rogue stops the recording.

"Go back," I say through clenched teeth. He does and the recording plays again.

"You were right, Evan. You knew she'd fight."

"Of course she'd fight, Marcus. She never likes to disappoint."

"Who's Marcus?" Ghost asks.

"No fucking idea," Rogue says.

"Webb?" I ask, it’s the only person it could be.

"Could be."