All Chapters of Mated To My Captor: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

 The Callahan Suites car park has four spaces and I take the nearest one and turn the engine off and sit for a moment with both hands still on the wheel, the radio crackling on the dashboard with compound traffic that no longer has anything to do with me."We can't leave the car here," Cassidy says, from the back seat. "If they pull Sage's booking records they pull the car park too.""I know." I get out anyway and Sage gets out and Cassidy gets out and I look at the car and then at the hotel entrance and then at the car again. "We'll move it after we check the room."Sage already has the key card in her hand and we go through the lobby, the front desk man with his phone not looking up, and into the elevator and up to three, and Sage opens 304 and we go in.The bed is made.Not made the way housekeeping makes a bed, made the way someone makes a bed when they arrive somewhere and need something to do with their hands, the pillow straight

 "Guys," Sage says again, turning the laptop toward us. "Randy's phone just went live.""Not now," Dante says.I wipe my face with the back of my hand and look at the screen. The blue dot is stationary, a street in the mid-district, not moving."He's been live for four minutes," Sage says, carefully, looking at me rather than at Dante. "Same phone, same number. He's not moving, which means he's probably home or somewhere he intends to stay for a while.""Kira," Dante says. "You don't have to do this right now.""I know." I stand up and pick up my backpack from the floor by the window. "Let's go.""We can find him in an hour. We can find him tomorrow. You just found out your mother's sister has been hunting you since before you knew what you were and you have not slept and you are.""Dante." I look at him. "If I sit in this room right now I will fall apart completely and that does not help anyone." I pull the backpack stra

 Sage's laptop is open on her knees and she is calling out the ping's position every thirty seconds while Dante is driving faster than he should be through the eastern quarter's narrower streets and Cassidy's voice is coming through the radio with increasing urgency asking for a plan."What's the plan?" Cassidy says."We're working on it," Sage says."That is not a plan.""I know it's not a plan, Cassidy, I just said we're working on it.""You've had four minutes. What have you worked out?""That the phone is moving northeast and we are currently two minutes behind it." Sage looks at Dante. "What do we do when we get there?""Talk to him," Dante says."That's not a plan either, that's a verb.""It's a starting point.""A starting point requires a second point," Sage says. "What comes after talking to him? He shot Leo. He is running an active bombing operation. You cannot just walk up to a man like tha

 Sage finds a restaurant two blocks from the car park, a small Turkish place with four tables and a handwritten menu on a chalkboard. The man behind the counter looks at us the way people look at customers who arrive at odd hours, and he takes us to a table in the back corner without being asked, which suggests he has developed an instinct for the kind of customers who prefer back corners.We order without looking at the menu properly. Sage asks what the soup is and the man tells her lentil and she says that and Kira says the same and I say whatever they're having and the man goes away and we sit at the table with our phones and Sage's laptop and the radio and the folded photograph that Kira has not taken out of her pocket again but keeps touching through the fabric.Sage opens the satellite imagery of the warehouse on her laptop and turns it toward the table. A large rectangular building, three storeys, the western Ruins address in the corner of the image

 Sage and I come back through the side door and Dante is standing at the far end of the warehouse near the freight elevator with his back to us and his phone pressed to his ear and his free hand flat against the wall beside him. He is not talking, just listening, and his shoulders have the particular set they get when he is receiving information he is not sure what to do with.Sage looks at me. I look at Dante.He says, "Where did you find her?" and then listens again, and then he says, "How long ago?" and listens again, and then he says, "I need to think about whether that's something we can do," and I walk across the warehouse floor toward him and he turns and sees me and I hold my hand out for the phone.He shakes his head.I keep my hand out.He looks at me for a second and then he hands it over with the expression of someone who knows this is a decision they will be revisiting."Who is this?" I say."Reyes," the voic