Chapter 15

• Tripp sent the chip number and message to the clean-up team. He’d told them two bags and a chair, to let them know there were two bodies and one prisoner for pick up. He knew from experience the chips got signal damn near anywhere. Why they couldn’t make their phones the same was way beyond his knowledge of electronic stuff.
• Blowing out a breath, he looked down at himself. Nothing strange about a naked man standing in the middle of the snow-covered bush using his phone. He still couldn’t believe he’d been so distracted by her that he hadn’t put his pants in his run pack. She was probably laughing her ass off about it right now.
• Shaking his head, he brought up Kenzo’s number and sent 123!!! He needed him to call as soon as possible, Tripp didn’t care if he was in the middle of wrestling some guy to the floor, he needed him to call him. Looking down at the ground, he realized he could only stand here and wait, sitting was out of the question. This was completely ridiculous. Nothing usually got to him, he was rock steady. A little hot-headed from time to time, but things didn’t rattle him the way Amari Hughes seemed to be. He didn’t know what was going on, but it needed to stop. Now.