Ben gave Chip the address where Hardy told him that Cassy was being held, then programmed it into his cell phone. “You’re going back to the hotel, and I’m going to drive myself over.”
“Not a chance in hell,” Chip protested.
“You’re a damned fine engineer, but you’re not combat trained.”
“I brought another pistol.”
“Which the first guy you came up against would take away from you,” Ben said. “I’m doing this alone.”
“This is bullshit, Ben. I’m calling the Bureau right now.”
“No.”
“Goddamnit.”
“I’ll leave my cell phone on. And if sounds to you like I’m in trouble, then you can call for backup.”
“It’ll be too late by then.”
“It’s my call.”