“Yes.”
“Was my phone on me when they brought me in?”
He nods, his face going gray. “When they discovered it, they smashed it and killed the man who failed to notice it.”
Shit.
“I’m surprised they didn’t move locations.”
“They said it was dead.”
Fuck. I don’t even think this property is in my father’s name.
“Do you think they were able to map the signal before the phone was smashed?” he asks, hopeful.
“I don’t think so, but either way, the man in charge of my protection detail is also my boyfriend. And he will not stop until he finds me. They've given him a day and a half to look, which was rather foolish on their part.”
My father opens his mouth, likely to protest, but is cut off by a crash from down below, followed by shouting and…hell yes. Gunfire.
My lips tip up into a grin. “That'll be Anthony. He'll have come with friends. Careful, Father. It’s about to get very, very loud.”