Chapter 11
Marcus
“And you’re sure that’swhere Piper is?” Drake asked, peering over Rayne’s shoulder at the computer screen.
I stood to the side, trying but failing to not look as anxious as I felt.
Rayne sighed and typed harder on the computer keyboard. “For the last time, yes, I’m sure. There are only five buildings with the same kind of courtyard Piper described and the same type of design that the council has previously shown to be interested in.”
“So?” Drake leaned against the desk and chair, making Rayne visible tense. “How do you know which of those five Piper's is in?”
Stopping mid-type, Rayne shoved his chair so that Drake stumbled back from him with a glare. “Look, do you want to do this?”
Drake growled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I would if I had the patience to sit there and stare at a screen all day.”
Snorting, Rayne turned back to the computer and started typing again. “But you can watch hours of football without any trouble.”
Smacking Rayne on the back of the head, Drake said, “That’s different.”
My patience broke.
“Will you stop your squabbling? You’re worse than children. Piper is alone, pregnant, and in enemy territory. And here you are arguing over football.”
Rayne and Drake stared at me for a long moment before turning back to each other.
“Football is entertaining,” Drake continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “Staring at words on a screen for hours on end is mind numbingly dull.”
“To you, maybe,” Rayne quipped. “To me, it’s stimulating. Besides, without me, you wouldn’t have any idea where Piper is.”
Drake threw his hands up in the air. “I still don’t know where she is!”
“She’s right...” Rayne zoomed in on the screen until a topside view of the supposed building Piper was being held appeared. “Here.”
“But how do you know?” Drake dragged out with a huff of frustration.
“Because, I know.”
“And I’m just supposed to take your word for it.”
I rubbed my forehead, a headache beginning to form.
This was pointless.
“What’s the address?” I interjected, unable to handle their chattering any longer.
Rayne stopped and glanced up at me with a wary frown. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to get her back,” I replied, figuring the answer was obvious.
Drake and Rayne exchanged a look. Then Drake pointed out, “You can’t do that.”
I snarled, flashing my fangs at him. “Why not? We know where she is. Let’s get her back.”
Rayne shook his head. “As much as we would like to go busting down the door, fangs blazing. We don’t know where they are keeping Piper in the building or how many we would be up against. Then there is the fact that they could turn around and use Piper as a hostage. They could very well decide to kill her the moment we stepped on the property.”
“Then what?” I threw my hands up violently. “You suggest we do nothing?”
“I didn’t say that,” Rayne closed his computer top with a snap of the lid. “What I’m saying is that we should be smart about this. We need to make initial contact, let the council know that we know where she is.”