Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Where the hell was he?
“Keep it down, buddy,” a low voice said. “I think if they don’t turn on the lights, they might mistake me for the guy I killed. Sawyer keeps a surprisingly clean supply room. I’m going to mention to Nell he’s using very earth-friendly products. I always knew he was a good man hiding behind a wall of misanthropy.”
Yeah, his head hurt, and he wasn’t sure what Henry Flanders was saying. And why was Henry Flanders in Sawyer’s supply closet, and why did it seem like there was some kind of dance party going on outside? Every muscle he had ached. He opened his eyes, trying to let them adjust to the low light, and the first thing he saw was a foot. Like a dead foot. At least it looked like it wasn’t going to be moving again.
Despite his unusual upbringing, he hadn’t been around a ton of dead bodies. It freaked him out, and he shoved himself up, palms flat on the floor.
“Oh, sorry. Thought I got him wholly behind the paper products,” Henry said with a low chuckle as he dragged the dead dude back so Wyatt couldn’t see him. “He’s a slippery fucker. Sometimes I wish rigor mortis set in earlier. Of course other times it happens way too fast like the time I had to stuff a Russian operative into a suitcase. It was rough going. How are you?”
“I don’t… What’s happening?” The last thing he’d known he was being taken to his brother. Now he was at Hell on Wheels. And he might throw up.
“Okay, I’ve got to be quiet because I’m pretty sure they’re going to be in here any minute, unless your brother is a monologuing son of a bitch, and then we’ve got some time.” Henry knelt down, and Wyatt could see he’d put on the guard’s leather vest. He was roughly dressed the way the other man had been, so he did have a shot if no one looked too closely. “Nate is on his way, but he’s got to be careful because of the hostages. Elisa and I are in the building. We came in where the security cams are down. She’s making her way to the office where she hopes the employees took shelter when they realized what was happening.”
Happening? What was happening? “We’re at Hell on Wheels?”
He asked the question despite knowing the answer. It was all around him. He was in the supply closet, and they were talking about Sawyer’s beloved bar being taken over by his brother and a bunch of criminal assholes.
Sawyer was never going to forgive him. Sawyer loved this bar. It connected him to his grandfather. It was his hiding place from the world.
Henry winced and moved in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, we’re at Hell on Wheels. From what I can tell in the brief time I’ve been here, I believe Wayne thinks everyone is going to be so freaked out by you not showing up in Creede they won’t think to look here. He’s going to see what he can get out of you in the next hour or so, and then there’s an SUV coming to transport you back to Colorado Springs.”
So his brother intended to spend some quality time with him, likely in one of the Horde’s many safe houses. He would be too smart to take him to the club house. Sabrina and Sawyer would look for him starting there.
“They took my cuffs off.” He wasn’t sure why he pointed out something Henry could easily see himself.
“Yes, they likely left them behind at the scene of the crime,” Henry said grimly as he moved to the door of the large closet. It was at the back of the building across from the office where he prayed everyone had gone and locked themselves in. The door was secure, and when they felt like it was safe, they could find the hidden ladder leading to the roof.
Sawyer’s grandfather had told Sawyer he liked sitting on the roof and watching the stars, but Wyatt thought the old guy also liked to have a way out.
He hoped Lark and Sid and Gil had taken it.
It was supposed to be a slow night, a night where they could likely close shop early.
He’d fucked it up for everyone.
“I guess the deputies are dead.” Despite the fact they hadn’t liked him or listened to him, he felt guilt at the thought of their murders. They’d tried to do the right thing. They just hadn’t understood how his brother’s world worked and that right meant shit here.
Henry eased open the door, stealing a peek outside. “No idea. Nate hadn’t gotten to the scene before my cell dropped out. I think they’ve got a jammer somewhere. It’s not a great one. Not much range, but it’ll do the job in here.”