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“Before I tell you that, I need you to know me, Linc, and Leo are on our way to her house now.”

Zane. Linc. Leo.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Jonas!” I yelled.

He popped out of one of the rooms, paused long enough to see whatever it was that Jonas saw that made him so perceptive, then he asked, “What do you need me to do?”

Pure Jonas.

Theo rounded the corner coming out of the kitchen and stopped. “What’s?—”

“Jonas and I are leaving. Zane will call you with a brief.”

With Jonas dogging my heels I walked out the front door.

“Talk,” I clipped.

“Captain Taylor called me. He was on the phone with Aria when she heard someone break in?—”

“Motherfucker!” I shouted, uncaring it was the butt ass crack of dawn and it was likely I’d just woken up the street. “Her cameras?”

“Were taken offline, five minutes before Taylor reported the line went dead.”

“Keys,” Jonas demanded.

“I’m—”

“Give. Me. The. Keys.”

I tossed Jonas the keys and jogged to the passenger side.

“We’re five minutes out,” Zane informed me.

Which meant he knew for the last thirty minutes at least Aria was in danger.

Motherfucker.

I bit back my commentary about how I felt about that and climbed in the Escalade.

“What’s Garrett doing?”

“Kira’s on it. Garrett’s staying intel for your team.”

No doubt Kira would be on it but I was still going to call her.

“You call Theo. I need to call Kira.”

I disconnected, found Kira’s number. My finger was hovering when Jonas barked, “SITREP.”

“Aria was talking to her father when she heard someone breaking in. That was over thirty minutes ago. Zane, Linc, and Leo are enroute to her house now.”

I knew Jonas was doing the same calculations I’d already done.

Roughly fifteen minutes after we rolled down her street someone was in her house.

The house I’d left her alone in.

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