Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I aimed the gun at him a second time, but the door burst open, and six very angry women filled it.
“What the hell is going on?” Val asked as she barged into the room first.
In the melee, Simi, one of the smallest of the group, was knocked over.
She hit the ground hard as Abraham tried to run out of the room.
Val reached for him, but he blew past them all, running to the left as soon as he was out the door.
“Call 911!” I screeched, gun still in hand. “He tried to kill me!”
• • •
There was a city-wide manhunt for Abraham McBride.
To say that the entire Dallas Police Department was out in full force would be an understatement.
Addison might not have been an actual police officer, but she was the daughter of two. Sister of seven.
The department would not let them down.
Then there was Folsom, freezing Abraham’s cards, turning his car off, and forcing him to take off on foot.
They had him narrowed down to downtown Dallas, and they would find him.
Meanwhile, wherever Keene had gone, he hadn’t heard the news yet.
He was still in the dark about what happened, and I had a feeling that when he found out, he’d lose his absolute shit.
So there I was, the entire room filled with Carters and no-longer-Singhs.
Well, some Carters, and some no-longer-Singhs.
Hades was out with Hannibal, who’d come in about an hour before and had promised they’d help search right along with the police.
Folsom was working directly with Coffey and Simi, who’d holed up in Keene’s spare room/office area.
I was on the couch watching a Hallmark Christmas movie in July—God, I loved the Hallmark Channel!—and my brothers, Quinn and Garrett, were also there.
The rest of them sans Gable were all out searching—even my father and mother, who were working at the police station running central command—leaving me wondering when the other shoe would drop.
“What do you think will happen when Keene finds out?” Crimson asked. “I can’t believe he and Winston aren’t answering. They’re so fired.”
“I think that they’ll probably lose their shit just about like we did,” Quinn suggested.
“Maybe more.” Garrett narrowed his eyes. “You know, because he’s actually aware of the danger in this entire situation.”
Okay, so I’d told them everything.
They hadn’t been happy to hear everything I’d left unsaid, even if it was for their own good.
Shayne, who was one of the only ones to know out of my actual ‘family’ had practically rubbed it in Quinn’s face, too. Making him a little more hostile than he probably would have had Shayne not gotten him riled up.
“It’s not like I consciously wanted to leave you out of this,” I said for what had to be the fourteenth time since they’d gotten here. “Y’all all have careers, and it’s not my fault if you actually care about the letter of the law. I thought I was doing you a favor by keeping you out of it.”
“What you did was make us blind,” Quinn grumbled.
“What she did was keep your precious job safe,” Shayne countered. “My God, man. You chose that job over me. Let’s quit actin’ like you wouldn’t choose that job over your own sister.”
There was silence, and then Val’s man, Felix, said, “Well not that this isn’t fun, but I’m due at work. Maybe someone with a hole in his foot will walk in and I can actually participate.”
Felix wasn’t necessarily a violent man, but he did have certain attitudes when it came to protecting women that were a bit over the top.
“One can only hope,” I teased.
“Where. Is. She.”
CHAPTER 27
If you ever feel bad, just remember the devil went down to Georgia to steal a soul and lost a fiddle contest instead. What a loser.
-Keene to Ande
KEENE
“You think this’ll work?” I asked.
“I think that we have to hope it works.” Winston winced. “What do you think, Autry?”
“I think this entire thing is a shitshow, and we should burn their world down,” Autry added his two cents.
The rest of the team snorted, completely agreeing with him.
Today, what had started out as just a reconnaissance mission had turned into a ‘we’re getting this done because we can’t stand to see the torture continue’ kind of mission.
We weren’t even out of the United States.
We were in a hovel outside of a rural town in Oklahoma, of all places.
We weren’t even an hour and a half from Dallas, as the crow flies.
The fact this kind of thing was so close to our home was disgusting and disheartening.
“I think it’s going to have to work,” Winston finally said. “Let’s do it. Everyone’s phones are off, right, LaDerrick?”
LaDerrick was Winston’s computer guy and gave even Folsom a run for her money sometimes.
One day, it was looking like he’d be better.
“Yeah, but I’m short-staffed today,” he admitted. “Jareth had to go home with the stomach flu. So I might miss something if I’m needed to monitor your phones as well as the feed…”