“I can assure you, Tobias, that if I were going to free him, I’d have done it long before now,” Charon says calmly. “I know you think I’m to blame here as well, and partly, I could well be. But I have not done this. I will, however, help you fix it and put an end to the situation for good.”
“You want to lay him at my feet so I can put a bullet through his head?”
He nods once, and my body relaxes a beat.
“Fine. But if he hurts either of them in the meantime, you might just find yourself leaving this world with him.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Tension crackles between us as I stare at him. The man who was only ever a good role model to me. I want to believe he’s not entirely guilty in all of this. But I stand by my opinion that he had to have known more than he let on.
“Shall we—”
“Got it,” Theo barks, turning all our attention to him.
Releasing Charon and shrugging out of Damien’s hold, I rush over to where Theo and Nico are staring down at the screen.
“Who the hell is that?” I bark, watching in horror as two men in balaclavas just unlock the fucking door and let him walk free.
“Fucking dead, that’s what they are,” Nico growls, sounding almost as unhinged as I feel right now.
“Who’s been guarding him this weekend?” Damien barks, shooting his death glare at Daemon, but he doesn’t give him a chance to talk. “Get them here. Now.”
* * *
“What do you mean, she’s not there?” I bark into my phone as we all wait down in the basement for the guys who were tasked to keep Jonas alive this weekend.
“Jesse hasn’t seen her, Tobes.”
The fear in Stella’s voice makes my heart drop into my feet.
“No, that can’t be right. She was going straight there.”
“Did she leave here? Did you watch her get in her car and drive away?”
My eyes meet Theo’s as he watches my reaction closely.
“No,” I confess, remembering that I let her walk out of the flat without having a single concern for her safety. “Theo, get the feed from the garage. We need to see Jodie leaving.”
He nods, opening his laptop and resting it on one hand as he taps at the keys.
“We’re going to Joanne’s.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
“No, you need—”
“Don’t,” I growl. As much as I might want to string the pair of cunts who let this happen up by their balls, my biggest concern right now is Jodie and getting her safe. “Did you talk to Galen?”
“They’re on their way.”
“Good. I’ll meet you there.” I end the call before she gets a chance to say anything more. “Jodie never made it to the hospital,” I explain despite them probably already guessing.
“She left here alone, and as far as I can tell, no one has followed her,” Theo adds, much to my relief.
“She probably just swung by home and is probably on her way to the hospital now. Track her,” Nico suggests.
I already have and it showed her as driving toward the hospital as I was expecting. But I figure there’s no harm in checking again.