Chapter 206: Brenden

Tuesday. Unknown, Chicago, Illinois.

BRENDEN SHOULD HAVE KNOWN better.

He let his eyes shut again. Or more appropriately, his eye. The left was nearly swollen shut.

Waiting for the team would have been the better choice. But how should he have known Priscilla's kidnappers had a timeline?

He'd rushed in because he let his emotions get in the way, and now he might have blown their chances at getting rescued. His tracker was likely fried thanks to the EMP. The goons had taken and destroyed his phone. That left his one and only hope his comm unit.

The device had a GPS tracking feature, but only when it was turned on. It was still in his pocket, but there was no way he'd be able to power the thing on to signal the team. If he could do that, he might as well give them a rundown.

If Priscilla died because he'd been foolish, he hoped they killed him.

Time dragged on.

Their car ride got longer and longer as they left Chicago and its suburbs behind.

Every so often he opened