Page 90 of Darkest Deeds

“I have an idea.”

His side eye glance is insulting, but I force myself to stay wide eyed and gullible.

“And what would that be?”

“Niko let me go. He still trusts me. I can almost guarantee that if I called him and asked him to meet me at the airport, he’d come.”

Ethan’s brown eyes narrow. He’s studying me hard, looking for a twitch in my eye, a twist of my fingers, sweat on my brow—anything to pinpoint a false motive. When he finds none, he clears his throat. “Why would I want you to do that?”

“Because when we get there, you can arrest him and bring him in. You’ll be an instant hero. It’s your only shot. Otherwise, it’ll be a cat and mouse game for years, and you know it.” My heart’s racing, and I’m gripping my leg so hard I’m leaving bruises.

Ethan mulls it over a few more minutes before smiling and bearing his teeth. “Tell him to meet you at Miami-Opa Locka Airport, far east hangar.”

Swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I pull out the phone from Niko’s jacket pocket and dial the second number I memorized, knowing he won’t answer. As soon as it kicks into voice mail, I leave the first and possibly last message he’ll ever hear from me.

“Hey, Niko, it’s Ava. I’m calling from a phone I stole. I know I have no right to ask you for anything, but I’m in trouble, and I need you to meet me at the far east hangar at Miami-Opa Locka Airport as fast as you can. If you leave now, we should get there at the same time. Please hurry.” As soon as I disconnect the call, Ethan raises an eyebrow. Placing the phone in my lap, I turn and face out the window again. “He’ll be there.”