educated guess that Mosely and Nadia would be somewhere in the very heart of the building, deep enough that even Nate didn’t have the clearance to get through. But he was prepared to be way more forceful than anyone would expect him to be. And it would take a security officer with balls of steel to deny the Chairman Heir.
At each security checkpoint, the demands grew more vigorous, until Nate was identifying himself not just with the proper access codes, but with fingerprints and retinal scans. There were officers at each of the checkpoints, but though they looked at him curiously, no one got in his way until he tried to get on the elevator to the sub-basement level, the floor on which Thea resided.
Though Nate had been in the sub-basement before, he didn’t have the clearance to go there without an escort. Here was where he expected to meet resistance, and indeed the two security officers stationed in the hallway leading to the elevator stiffened at his approach.
“I’m looking for Dirk Mosely,” he told them. “I believe he’s in the sub-basement, and I would like one of you to escort me down there.”
The two guards looked at each other, then back at him.
“I’m sorry, sir,—” one of them began, but Nate made an impatient gesture.
“No apologies. Take me downstairs, or I’ll have your jobs. I will see that you have the blackest of black marks put on your records, the kind of black marks that mean you’ll never get another job. You, and your families, if you have them, will sink into the Basement, where you will languish in poverty for the rest of your days. I’m having the worst week in the history of the universe, so don’t tempt me.”
In all honesty, Nate didn’t expect it to work. His threat was pretty awful—and a part of him felt bad for making it—but he feared the officers would face the same fate if they failed in their duty. If they had to bet on who was most likely to carry out the threat, Nate or Mosely, surely they would bet on Mosely. His plan B was to make a move on one of their weapons on the assumption that they’d never expect it and that the one he wasn’t attacking wouldn’t dare shoot him while he was making the attempt. Trying to wrestle one security officer for his weapon while hoping the other didn’t shoot him wasn’t high on Nate’s list of things he wanted to do in life, so it was a relief when his blackmail actually worked.
“Fine,” the guard who’d tried to apologize said, giving him a filthy look, “I’ll take you downstairs.”
“Damn it, Flynn!” the other guard said. “Mosely will
Flynn snorted and waved for Nate to follow him as he unhooked a ring of old-fashioned metal keys from his belt. “I doubt he expects us to defy the orders of the Chairman Heir.” He stuck one of the keys into the keyhole beside the elevator and turned it, simultaneously leaning forward so the retinal scanner could work. The elevator door opened, and he stepped in.
The hair on the back of Nate’s neck rose as it occurred to him that getting here had been far too easy, the guards’ protests almost halfhearted.
“Come on, sir,” Flynn beckoned, holding the elevator door open when it tried to shut on him. “The alarm will sound if I hold it much longer. It’s kind of touchy.”
Nate gave a momentary thought to trying to back out and seeing if the guards would allow it. But it didn’t matter. If he was walking into a trap, then so be it. He wasn’t leaving here without Nadia.
Straightening his shoulders, trying not to look as spooked as he felt, Nate stepped onto the elevator.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Mosely didn’t leave Nadia alone for long. Dread weighed down her shoulders as she heard his footsteps approaching the room. She glanced at the ominous table waiting for her. She was running out of time, and Mosely hadn’t said anything incriminating yet. Not anything she could use to blackmail him into letting her go, not even anything that would help her get her posthumous revenge. She had to get him talking, and fast.
But when Mosely returned, it was clear that he was through talking.
The moment he stepped through the door, he marched toward Nadia with a purpose. Whatever purpose that was, Nadia knew she wouldn’t like it. Instinct screamed at her to flee, but of course, she couldn’t go anywhere. That didn’t stop her from trying.
Nadia leapt to her feet, but fear made her clumsy, and her feet tangled with the legs of the chair. She almost fell, but managed to right herself and kick the chair in Mosely’s direction. Like the flimsy plastic had any chance of stopping Mosely’s advance.
Mosely batted it out of his way with annoyance as Nadia moved as far away from him as the handcuffs would allow. She made a feeble effort to slip her hand through the circle of the cuff, but it was firmly secured, and even scraping a few layers of skin off wouldn’t help.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said as Mosely withdrew something from his pocket. Something that gave off a little blue spark. “I’ll tell you everything. I’ll tell you the truth, I swear it.” Surely there was some way she could salvage the situation. Some way she could make her lies more convincing. After all, the ratio of lies to truth wasn’t all that high. If she could just get Mosely to focus his questioning on the parts of her story where she could afford to tell the truth …
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, Miss Lake,” Mosely said with what sounded almost like regret. Then he lunged forward, covering the distance between them in two quick strides, and jabbed the stunner into her belly.
A shrill scream escaped Nadia’s lips as pain ripped through her whole body and she lost control of her limbs. Her knees buckled, and she crashed to the floor. She was still cuffed to the table, so the fall wrenched her shoulder and she landed awkwardly. She tried to move, tried to at least turn so her arm was in a more natural position, but her brain’s commands to her body went unheeded.
“Nathaniel is coming to your rescue,” Mosely said as he unlocked the cuff around her wrist, letting her arm flop to the floor. He used his foot to turn her over onto her stomach, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Mosely squatted beside her. “There is no earthly way he could know you were here in the Fortress.”
The Fortress? But she was at Riker’s Island, not the Fortress. At least, that was what she’d thought. But of course she’d been in a van with no windows, and while Mosely had dragged her through multiple security checkpoints, she’d never seen any sign of other prisoners, or even of any cells.
“But he seems to have found you against all odds,” Mosely continued. “Which suggests that someone planted a tracker on you.” He moved her hair aside, brushing it away from the back of her neck. “Well, what do you know?” Nadia felt the scrape of a fingernail against the skin at the back of her neck. “Right where I train my people to put it.”
Nadia remembered how Dante had helped her with the wig last night. She’d had no idea how to put it on or how to keep her hair out of the way. She’d let Dante take care of everything, and he’d even helped her take the damn thing off. Apparently, he’d had an ulterior motive.
“You’ve been withholding information from me, haven’t you, Miss Lake?”
Nadia’s lips and tongue felt thick and numb, and she didn’t think Mosely was expecting an answer. He flipped her over onto her back. Nadia tried again to move, with no greater success. Mosely stood, then leaned down and hauled her limp body up over his shoulder, carrying her toward the dreaded table. And Nadia was helpless to resist, couldn’t even force herself to struggle.
Mosely dumped her on the table. He wasn’t being careful about it, so the back of her head thumped against the edge. The blow made her see stars, and she thought she was going to pass out. Not that passing out sounded like a bad idea. She’d rather not be awake for whatever was going to happen next.
“And here I thought I was going to have to arrange a convenient accident for him,” Mosely continued, somewhat out of breath from the strain of carrying her. He didn’t have that potbelly because of his physical fitness. He straightened Nadia out on the table, dragging her into its center and positioning her where the restraints could hold her.
Nadia stared up at the saws and drills and blades and vowed to herself that no matter what Mosely did to her, she would not betray Dante and the resistance. It took a massive effort, but Nadia was able to turn her head to the side so she could stare at Mosely instead of the implements that loomed over her. The motion meant that
