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He was there,and he was alive, and he was safe. There was blood on him. Meyra fought panicking. She had made it this far. She wasn’t going to freak out now.

“I finally have signal!” Dylan yelled. Dylan had driven. Meyra had tried to get Dylan’s phone to work and the built-in phone on that stupid truck. But there hadn’t been enough signal.

“I am so buying us satellite phones, baby. I promise.” He wrapped his arms around her. “How did you get…Dylan?”

“I escaped out the back window. I was going to go to Sage’s and get help for you. I didn’t think I’d be able to move you myself. Since they drugged you.”

“They didn’t drug me. Idiots didn’t put the patch on right. Half on my collar. Pulled right off.” He was holding her and kissing her. Everywhere he could. “I…took them out. The ones I could. And then I came out here to find you.”

“Bruce Tyler was here. He took me. Then he ran Dylan off the road and made me get out. He said he was rescuing me. And was a man on a mission with unfinished business. He took that man. The judge who did this. That’s the judge’s truck right there. I think, technically, we stole it.”

“Nope. We merely used it on a daring rescue mission. That’s my story and I am sticking to it,” Dylan added, shivering. She didn’t have on a coat.

“Where are those men?” There had been three that she had seen. But there had been at least two outside. And Mr. King and his friend. Katie’s dad.

“How many are dead?”

“Two inside. Two are wounded. That King guy and the one called Kurt are still alive.” And there was a look on his face that she would never forget. “Kurt was wearing my father’s watch. He stole it from my dad’s arm that night. I took it back.”

“Some of them got away. I saw them leaving in two trucks, but I couldn’t see who they were. It’s not finished,” Meyra said. It wasn’t over yet. Not yet.

Brandt pulled her closer. “I need to go inside. Check on the two in there. I don’t want them to die. They have answers people need.”

Meyra wasn’t letting him go by himself.

“Go. I’ll stay here and watch for the calvary,” Dylan said. “I…don’t want to see any more dead men, honestly. Especially Katie’s dad. I justcan’t.”

“Stay where I can see you through the window,” Brandt ordered.

Meyra didn’t want her cousin out there by herself. “Go. I’ll watch if those buttholes come back. Go.”

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Meyra was probably goingto live happily ever after with the seriously hot, rich dude who seriously adored her. Dylan liked the sound of that. Brandt was one of those guys who was special. Who just meant something. Meyra deserved someone like that.

Brandt and Meyra went back in. Her respect for her cousin and how strong Meyra actually was went up exponentially. There were dead guys who had intended to kill her cousin and the man Meyra loved in there. Dylan didn’t know if she could have been as brave.

She was standing in the parking lot at the rear of her most recent “borrowed” truck when she saw it.

She bit back a scream.

The white van spun to a stop right in front of her.

The driver’s door opened.

A tall, broad-shouldered man who resembled every Tyler she’d ever met stepped out. But she knew with one look this one wasn’t up to good.

She was trapped, the big navy truck behind her. His van in front of her. If he wanted, he could lift her right off her feet andthrow her into that van just like he had that man before—not to mention like he had Meyra. And drive off with her forever.

“You’re Bruce Tyler,” Dylan said. When in doubt, Dylan would talk. Possibly a fatal flaw there. “Fletcher’s uncle.”

They seriously even looked alike and everything. This guy was just like fifteen years older and had much darker hair.

“Yes, so I’ve heard. And you?” He was studying her, giving her a weird look that told her helikedwhat he saw.

“Dylan. Talley. I’m a Talley.”

“Gerald or Arthur?”

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