chapter 23

ASHTON

Avery was still in the office when I returned, finishing buttoning up a new shirt. He glanced to the bathroom, where Molly remained in the shower. I lifted my chin to Avery. “You have news?”

His eyes were carefully masked. “They got him. They’ll be arriving in thirty minutes and want to know where to put him?”

I heard the water turn off behind me. “Warehouse one—put him in the back office and keep the cell jammer on.”

“You think he’d call for help?”

I shook my head. “I no longer think I know anything.”

Molly was coming from behind me. I’d become so tuned in to her every motion, movement, emotion, that I could almost guess what she was thinking. That was until now. She had a glossed-over expression on her face, and she was shivering.

Avery indicated the two trays behind him. “I brought the espresso shots and your omelets. Your maté as well.” He frowned at seeing Molly step behind me. “Would you like a change of clothes? Blanket?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” She said it so distracted. “Tha