Page 86 of Moros

“I thought we were having an honest conversation.” I tilted my head.

“Khadri, I screwed up.” She nodded. “I understand that now. It wasn’t anything to do with you why I went with Todd, I just wanted to feel sexy for once.”

“And I didn’t make you feel sexy?” I demanded. “And what happens the next time life gets weird, and I can’t focus on you like I should? What happens the next time you feel as if I’m ignoring your needs? I can’t trust you, Ryanne—correction…I don’t trust you?—”

“Moros, whatever you’re doing.” Mouth yelled from behind Ryanne. “Put it on pause. We have work.”

“Not now!” Ryanne turned to glare at Mouth.

Mouth ignored her. “Moros—now.”

“Tell me what’s going on.” I stepped around her to approach my friend.

“Paul is trying to leave the country.” Mouth explained. “We have no one close enough to stop him.”

“Shit.” I muttered. “What airfield?”

“Pegasus.”

“How the fuck did he get there so fast?” I demanded. “He was just here!”

“I’m guessing he took a boat.” Mouth replied.

“Stay here with Morgana and Theordore.” I instructed Mouth. “I’ll see if I can get across the waters to Pegasus. Ryanne go inside.”

“Who’s going with you?” She asked.

“I’m good.”

“No—I can help.” Ryanne replied. “Even if I have to stay on the boat or something—I can help.”

There wasn’t time to argue with her. Mouth nodded to staying with Morgana and Theodore and headed up the steps after handing me the guitar case he had strapped to his back.

Many people thought it was a real guitar case—I knew better.

“We don’t have time for a guitar!” Ryanne screeched.

“Get in the car!” I growled.

The mad dash down to the waterfront wasn’t anything I ever got used to. Life had a way of taking turns and twists—twists and turns—and I was getting sick of it. Still, I parked the vehicle, hopped out and while I shouted for Ryanne to get the guitar case.

When I entered the rental office, the man behind the counter turned to face me.

“Moros?” He asked.

“Affirmative.”

He handed me a set of keys and rushed out the door yelling for me to follow him. Once Ryanne and I were on the boat speeding across the way to the other end of the island, I realized this had to be Tex’s doing.

The trip took half the time than a drive would. And I hoped within that time, and the time it took to prepare a flight, Paul would have been stalled enough that I would caught him before he had a chance to take off.

The airstrip wasn’t much of a one. It was a piece of land that shady business deals happened at. People trying to escape the country used it—and while it was no secret, the cops or the government hadn’t been able to shut it down.

The owner refused to sell it and since it posed no real risk to the community, they couldn’t commandeer it.

Evidence of illegalities weren’t forthcoming and since people around the area were paid off, no one was likely to say anything.

It was a well-known secret.