Zander snorted. “It was nothing I couldn’t easily get through. You need an alarm. Sensors. Cameras.”
“I’ll get on that tomorrow. It will keep out undesirables.” He glared at Zander over his shoulder.
The other man nodded, but showed no sign that he understood that Linc was referring to him. “Better late than never.”
“You okay, Mari-girl?” Linc asked her gently.
“Yes, I think so.” Her color was coming back. “Why is Zander in our bedroom in the middle of the night?”
“Because I have Tiger. And your aunt. I thought you might want to help me decide what to do with them.”
The words danced around in her head. She tried to grasp them, make sense of them but they kept spinning away.
I have Tiger.
Your aunt.
Decide what to do with them.
Linc filled her vision. He gave her a concerned look. “Mari? Marisol, look at me. Good girl. It’s okay. You’re okay.”
She moved her gaze to Zander but Linc gently grasped hold of her chin. “Eyes on mine, teeny. Just listen to me for a moment. You don’t have to deal with this.”
“D-deal with this?”
Deal with what, exactly?
“If it’s what you want, I’ll make the decisions that need to be made.”
“We will,” Zander said with a grunt.
Linc turned to look at him, his shoulders tense. But when he looked back at her, his face was gentle. “It’s okay, Mari-girl. Let me take over and deal with it all.”
She could give it all to him. What a relief. But at the same time . . . maybe she needed some closure. Maybe she just needed to go see her aunt. To see Tiger.
“What are you planning on doing with them? What do you mean, you have them?” She looked at Zander and this time Linc let her.
“We captured them.” Zander gave her a satisfied look.
“You kidnapped them?”
“Nah. Actually, yeah, that’s exactly what we did.”
“Jesus, Zander, what the hell were you thinking?” Linc asked.
“I was thinking that Tiger and his men were involved in a scuffle with Markovich’s men and that gave me the cover I needed to grab an injured Tiger and bring him back to where we’ve been staying to have a bit of a chat. And some of my guys were watching her aunt’s place. Saw the bitch packing up a car to run, so they took her. Now we have both of them. All you have to do is decide whether you want to see them before we take care of them.”
“Take care of them?” she whispered.
Zander didn’t answer. She looked to Linc who was scowling at Zander. “You can’t murder them,” she told Zander.
Zander raised his eyebrows. “I can’t let them go. Not only are they not good people, but they know my guys and I took them. They’ll come for us.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want them to go free. But I don’t want any blood on any of our hands.”
“I got no problem getting rid of them, pipsqueak,” Zander told her, crossing his arms over his chest. But she didn’t care if he did. This was blood he’d spill for her and she couldn’t have that on her conscience.
“I . . .” Her mind thought it all through. “That task force has evidence my aunt, right? They have enough to arrest her, they’re just waiting. But maybe we should deliver her to them. Where is Saber?”