“Why would Landon slice her and then stitch that one spot?” Key asked. “Unless he planted something in there.”
“No fucking way,” Jem muttered. The chopper was closer now, and Jem swerved off road into a wooded area to try to slow them down.
Drea was probing Avery’s arm with her fingers, lightly at first and then harder, a frown on her face. “I can’t feel anything. He could’ve put it in deep enough so a doctor wouldn’t.”
“And he counted on her having so many cuts she wouldn’t notice one extra. He was hoping the doc who helped her wouldn’t notice,” Jem said, and Drea let out a nice long string of curses that Avery knew were directed at Landon.
“Motherfucker didn’t know who he was dealing with,” Drea muttered as she rifled through her bag. She held up a syringe and a scalpel. “You ready?”
“Get it out,” she told Drea.
Key climbed over the seat to help them. Both he and Drea gloved up after Drea numbed the area.
“It’s still going to hurt,” she warned Avery.
“Doesn’t matter,” Avery told her, and Drea didn’t hesitate with the scalpel. With the car jostling, which couldn’t be helped, her concentration had a razor focus.
Key was holding a pressure bandage at the ready and Avery hissed as she felt the probing of Drea’s fingers. The car shimmied hard and Drea pulled away.
“Jem, you have to stop. For just a few seconds,” Drea said. “I don’t want to damage anything by mistake.”
Jem cursed and braked hard. Drea didn’t hesitate. Avery concentrated on Drea’s face instead of the pain, and Drea’s eyes widened.
She nodded, talked to herself under her breath as she gently moved her fingers around in the underside of Avery’s arm. In the next ten seconds, she pulled out completely, handed the chip to Key and held the pressure bandage to Avery’s arm.
“We got it,” Key said.
The truck began to move again, fast, and Jem said, “And I know just the place to put it for the perfect distraction.”
The truck bounced along the ruts and Drea just held her arm as both women had their eyes on the ceiling, as if they expected the chopper to come through the roof of the truck at any moment.
Key was wrapping the chip to the side of a gun; then he moved to the window, opened it and waited until Jem said, “Now, Key.”
Avery propped herself up to see what was happening, but it was so dark she couldn’t.
“There’s a river,” Drea told her. “We’re driving right alongside it.”
“It’ll keep the chip moving,” Avery said with a nod. The truck continued at its frantic pace, but the sound of the chopper got fainter.
“It’s following the chip.” Jem sounded relieved, and Avery figured he was talking to the other car. “She’s okay.”
“I’m okay,” she called. Because she was. The fight inside her had been renewed even as her head spun with the knowledge that Landon had known where she was the entire time.
Chapter Twenty-five
Staying together might be the worst idea ever, but now that none of them was carrying a GPS chip inside their body, no one thought to voice a difference of opinion.
Avery didn’t even know what time it was when the truck stopped moving and Jem helped her into a new safe house. Later, she’d ask what state and city they were in, but for now, she went into the bathroom and let Drea stitch her up.
Gunner stood in the doorway, watching, until Drea asked for his help. He caught Avery’s eye, waited until she nodded before coming forward to assist.
Within half an hour, Avery had a new bandage, some more pain medicine and a newfound sense of teamwork, especially when Gunner said, “We need to meet now. Whether you’re up for it or not.”
Good. He wasn’t treating her like glass. “I’m definitely up for it.”
“Drea, you can join us,” Gunner told the doctor. “You deserve to know what’s happening before we go farther. And if you want out, as in away from us, no one will blame you.”
Drea nodded, stripped her gloves. “I’ll be right there.”
Avery let Gunner guide her into the kitchen, where everyone else was sitting around the table. Grace had made some eggs and bacon and toast. She pushed coffee in front of Avery when she sat, and Avery drank it gratefully.
Despite what they’d been through that night, coming out safe on the other side always made for more of a happy atmosphere, no matter how bad the danger still was. This time, there was no immediate danger, but it was imminent just the same.
“Where do we start?” she asked quietly, as if she was waiting for any of them to tell her she wasn’t ready for this.
But no one did. Gunner was sitting next to her, but he turned and spoke directly to her. “We don’t know if Donal’s killed Drew and is impersonating him, or if the men are working together. It doesn’t matter, because the plan’s the same. Rather than going directly after Landon, our best bet it to start by taking out his customers. Then his suppliers. Hit him where it hurts, which makes things safer for us.”
“We’ll have to do it fast,” Key said.
“Set up on different sides and blow them all at once,” Jem agreed. “As dangerous as being separate is, staying together is worse.”
“Avery and Gunner shouldn’t be together,” Dare said.
“Landon will expect that,” Avery said. “Which is exactly why I’m not letting Gunner out of my sight.”
“Way to take his manhood,” Jem said. “You’ve got to let him say that about you.”
“If that’s the way it’s supposed to be, forget it.”
“Guess I have a bodyguard,” Gunner said, a small smile on his face. “That plan works for me.”
“So we blow things up and then what?” Grace asked. “Go right after him?”
“I don’t think so,” Dare said slowly. “Let him stew. Let him reach out to other contacts.”
“Contacts that we’ll infiltrate,” Key added.
“It’s a semi-long-term approach. Six months of planning,” Gunner said. “Which means we need a place that’s secure as shit. Because we need to be together for the planning.”
Grace was pacing and then she snapped her fingers.
“Honey?” Dare said.
“I think I know the perfect place,” she said.
Dare pressed his lips together grimly before saying, “Absolutely fucking not.”
“We all sacrifice,” she started.
“And you already have,” Dare pointed out.
“Get the feeling we’re missing something?” Jem asked.
Grace told them, “Right before Dare and I came back here, I found out that Rip left everything to me.”
Avery’s eyes widened. “Everything as in . . .”
“The island. The money. Everything. A locked will. The attorney doesn’t even know what it says. Just sent me to open a safe-deposit box. Everything was put into my name, although that information is guarded by the banks under a different name. He thought of everything.” Grace paused. “We were going to tell you guys right away, but there was so much else to work on. It wasn’t an urgent matter, but now . . .”
“We go to the island. Clean it up, security-wise, and it could work,” Jem said.
“You don’t think Landon will watch the island?” Dare demanded.
“Why? We’d never thought of it,” Key said, and Gunner got up so fast his chair slammed against the wall
