Page 50 of Fury

Hollyn sent him the location before starting directions. Leila and Archie’s location was a solid forty minutes away. It’d be dark by the time they got there. Would that help or hinder things? She clipped the phone to the dash holder, then tugged her seatbelt tighter and started praying.

A shrill ring filled the car twice before a man answered Davis’s call. “Speak of the devil.” His voice was deep and gruff. “I was just about to call you. Hope your death antigen is up to date, because you’ve got some serious stuff coming your way.”

“Tell me about it,” Davis answered the guy.

“Did your girl just have a run-in with someone?”

Hisgirl? Hollyn’s head snapped to Davis in time to see his jaw flex. And how on earth did this guy know about the accident?

“You’re on speaker, Chapel.”

The guy cleared his throat. “Afraid I’ll spill your secrets?”

Davis looked something akin to a caged animal right now. “Someone just ran her off the road. Same way her parents’ accident happened.” His gaze skirted to her before he looked to the road.

In the backseat, Fury whined.

Hollyn turned to him. “It’s okay,” she whispered, though it dawned on her that the military working dog was probably just excited, not worried like she was. Did anything scare him? Sure didn’t seem like it.

Take notes, Hollyn.

Their bodies swayed as the car veered left. She squeezed her eyes closed and whipped back around. Clung to her seatbelt.

“With Germaine’s interest in your girl, we’ve been prowling the dark web. Found something,” Chapel continued.

Hollyn’s gut twisted.Dark webdidn’t sound good. Who was Germaine?

“Seems he put out a bounty. Chatter suggests someone just took a swing at the prize and missed.”

Her jaw went slack.Abounty?On me?

Davis muttered a curse.

Chapel. “To the victor go the spoils—to the tune of three mil.” He sniffed. “That’s a lot of green. What in Sam Hill does your girl know?”

Davis glanced at her, eyebrows raised in question.

She leaned toward the phone, chewing her lip nervously. “I, um, don’t know what they think I . . . know.” She scrunched her nose. Did that sound as pathetic as it felt to say?

“Might wanna figure it out.” Like Davis, his tone was all business. “You’re about to have a ton of unfriendlies breathing down your neck.”

Dread slithered across her shoulders as if Death itself traced its bony fingers there.

Davis gripped the wheel with one hand. “Hollyn just got word that her friends were allegedly kidnapped?—”

“Alleged—” Hollyn stopped mid-word. Scowled. “Are youserious?” she whisper-seethed. Was thereanythingthat could clear her friends’ names in his mind?

Davis threw her a hard look. “Sending you the coordinates,” he said to his friend. “Gonna need backup, if you can spare anyone.”

“Copy. Send me your twenty. Stay frosty.”

The line went dead.

Davis handed off his phone. “Send him our location. Under Chapel.” He guided the car around a sharp curve in the road.

One of her hands had a white-knuckle hold on the door while the other gripped the phone. The tires of the Chevelle screeched on the pavement they’d just reached as Davis floored the accelerator.

Fresh flashbacks from her recent car crash flooded her senses.