Page 16 of Five Fingers of Death

“We need a team to get to her now!”

“We’re on it,” Jack said, motioning for Johnny to follow.

Lock grabbed the phone on the wall, flipping on the intercom. “Nick, get your ass to IT now.”

He slammed the phone down and turned to me. “Where’s Jade?”

I shook my head. I didn’t have a fucking clue. “She vanished. She didn’t tell anyone where she was going.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, turning to Rae. “We need to find out where she went.”

“I’ll work on it. You need to call Bowie.”

Lock already had his phone out and was barking orders. As for me, I spun around, shoving my fingers through my hair as I thought of anyone else who might be affected by this turn of events.

“Reed Security,” I muttered, grabbing my own phone. I only had Cap’s number, so I really fucking hope he picked up. It took six rings, but he finally answered.

“If you’re calling to?—”

“Get everyone on lockdown,” I snapped. “We’ve got a red situation. Anyone outside your property is vulnerable.”

“We’re already on it.”

“And you didn’t think to call us?”

He started to grunt out an excuse, but I hung up. I ran through the list of people under our protection in my head, but couldn’t think of anyone else.

“Is that it?” Lock asked. “Did we get everyone?”

I started to nod, but then stopped, my blood running cold. “Claire.”

Lock’s face paled as he realized the same fucking thing I did. She was all alone at her house. “Shit. Who has Michael’s number?”

I shook my head. None of us had it. “What about Cash?”

“He’s not fucking answering.”

“Then call Knight,” I shouted, on the verge of losing my shit. Cash had kicked the hornet’s nest and now everyone was about to suffer the consequences.

Nick ran into the room and Lock spun on him. “Get in touch with local P.D. We need the whole town on lockdown. We’ve got potential unfriendlies coming in hot.”

“On it.”

Lock turned to me and shook his head. “What the fuck did he do?”

I ran through Cash’s words again. “It’s not him. This is about the senator. Where the fuck is Kavanaugh?”

4

KAVANAUGH

The clock ticked in the corner as I swirled the ice in my glass, waiting for the right moment to make my move. Shadows moved throughout the room, each one taunting me with memories of my father. I was never more grateful than at this moment that my relationship with Isla didn’t work out.

The door at the back of the house opened and I turned my head slightly, recognizing the footsteps instantly. I took another drink, not bothering to pick up the gun on my thigh.

“Do you always sit alone in your house drinking whiskey?” Eli asked.

“Is there something else I should be doing?”

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