Free Hard to Kill by Wendy Byrne Page A

stared at her. "Why?"
    She swallowed hard.  "I need information. I can't leave without it. I need to know where the girls go."
    Kane shook his head. "Marco is too paranoid to keep that kind of sensitive information on his computer. He keeps all of his client transactions on a thumb drive he has attached to his wrist."
    " I'll cut his arm off if I have to. I need that information." Trusting people hadn't been part of her nature for a very long time. She wasn't about to start now. She didn't much care if he was part of the alphabet soup of US government agencies. 
    " I know you'd put up a fight. But it's not possible. At least not now. Especially with his back against the wall."
    " What happens to the girls who leave?" She knew the answer to the question but needed some time to process the recent turn of events.
    " I'm still trying to figure that out. But I've got to assume the worst." 
    A shiver wormed along her spine as she pictured Caitlyn alone and powerless and at the whim of some sick bastard. "Why should I trust you? This could be a trap."
    He sighed. "Put those clothes on. Anything is better than what you're wearing for what we're going to need to do. I also have a pair of boots for you." 
    He turned his back while she dressed. She appreciated the gesture , despite the fact he'd seen everything she had on more than one occasion. In fact, he'd been more intimate with her than most lovers she'd had.
    Sabrina shook her head, not liking the direction this wa s headed. Everything he said made sense, but she didn't want to go anywhere without figuring out where Caitlyn had been sent. "If it's all the same to you, I'll make this escape on my own."
    He grasped her wrist. "Your chances of getting out are less than zero." He stopped her protest with a finger to her lips. "I know you work for The Alliance and you have mad skills, but this isn't my first rodeo, and believe me when I say now is not the time. Our best bet is the underground tunnels."
    Underground tunnels sounded suspiciously like a get -out-of-jail-free card. Even though it went against her grain to go along with someone else's plan. Having him lead her to freedom sounded like a mighty good proposition for the time being. Besides, after getting some firepower, it would a great way for her to return and retrieve the information she needed.
    But still something didn 't ring true. "Why would you risk your life to escape with me? If Marco's going to dog my every move when I get out of here, he'll do the same with you. So what gives?"
    He blew out a breath. "I set it up so he believes I stole one of the cars. All the roads out of here will be swarming with Marco's men. That's why we're going through the tunnels. He doesn't think I know about them." He reached to his back and pulled out two guns. He held out his hands, each containing one. "Are you okay with a Glock?"
    " I can hold my own."
    " I bet you can."
    H e ushered her out the door and past the body of Petre. Evan dragged him inside before he shut the door firmly in place.
    She grabbed the Glock and followed. He led the way, maneuvering through the dark hallways with his gun drawn. When they passed through the kitchen she had a nearly irresistible urge to snag a knife out of the block, but resisted.
    " Who's pulling Marco's strings?" she asked. "I know he's not bright enough to orchestrate this on his own."
    " The guy I mentioned earlier. They call him Trinity. But I'm no closer to finding out who he is than I was six months ago."
    She was u ncertain whether to believe him or not, but in the end, it didn't matter. He was her ticket out of here. And right now, "out of here" was one step closer to finding Caitlyn.
    After twisting through a series of darkened hallways, they went up some steps and into the main area of the house. While dark, she could tell by his calculated movements that he anticipated trouble around every corner.
    He used a pin trigger to unlock a door. Leading with his gun, he eased inside,