GIVE ME WAR: A novella by McCarthy Kate

Author:McCarthy, Kate
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-648-12366-8
Published: 2020-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

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My phone rings a scant ten minutes later with its usual urgent insistence and I know it’s Mac this time before I even check the screen. Putting the device to my ear, I’m halfway through answering when she yells in my ear. “We have Renny’s location!”

My pulse leaps. “What? How?”

Mitch, Coby, and Seth, are the only ones left in the room with everyone else scattered on stakeout assignment, and they all turn to me. Tucking the phone against my shoulder, I swirl my finger in the air with one hand, while grabbing my keys in the other. They leap into action as Mac speaks. “Echo zoomed in on Renny’s bike. Apparently it’s one of the newer ones. They’re fitted with a GPS tracker in case they’re stolen. Did you know that?” She keeps talking without waiting for an answer. “Well she used the licence plate to get the VIN and hacked into the GPS.”

“Fuck.” My heart is pounding as we jog out the back exit and down the dingy stairs leading to the undercover parking lot. The keys rattle in my hand as I run for the Porsche. “Message the location.”

“Ace just did.” And sure enough a message pings in my ear. “Ask Echo if she can get a phone number from that location.”

If Echo is as good as she seems to be, she should be able to hack into the nearest tower and triangulate a signal.

“She’s already working on it.”

I’m sliding into the Porsche, Mitch slamming into the passenger seat, when another ping comes through. “Ace just sent it.”

Jesus. Echo’s skills are insane. I owe her big. And Mac.

The revving engine of my car reverberates through the cavernous underground garage as I plant my foot. Tyres screech as I spin the wheel, heading for the bright light of the exit.

“Jared?”

“Thanks Mac.”

I hang up and toss the phone at Mitch. “Rossi’s number and location are in messages. Forward the address to Seth and make sure he passes it on to everyone else, then call Rossi. We need to make sure he still has Evie stashed in that safe house—" he catches the device, already scrolling while I speak, “—and we need to find out who and how many are inside it.” I check the time on the dash. Seven a.m. “We have two hours.”

My brother doesn’t question a thing. He simply dials the number like the cool, calm professional motherfucker he is and puts the call on speaker.

It’s answered after four rings. “Yeah?”

“Mitchell Valentine. AFP. This Lorenzo Rossi?”

There’s a pause, and then, “Yeah.”

Holy shit. Echo got him. She actually got him. My hands tighten on the steering wheel. Traffic is almost non-existent, being Christmas Day. The tyres of my car lay a wild arc of rubber onto the bitumen behind me as I fly out onto the road.

Evie’s voice bursts through a second later, her voice muffled but harsh. The relief is so intense my vision blurs through the windscreen of the car. “Put the phone down or I swear to God I’ll put a bullet in you.

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