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“If she doesn’t go in the house,” Ana spoke slowly, “then she won’t be breaking the rule that Logan gave to me.He said that only I could go in.”
“I won’t be in.”Emerson nodded.“I’ll leave that part to whoever we think can get in the back without making a sound and alerting Logan.”
Gray’s right hand fisted.Released.Fisted.The left had been encased in an even bigger brace than before.The man probably needed an actual cast for his broken wrist, but Gray had refused to be taken to the hospital.He’d said no one would sideline him.
The tension in that room was so thick that it felt suffocating.Ana wanted to scream.All of these people—these good people were putting their lives on the line because of Logan and the threat he posed.
When would the nightmare end?When would it ever stop?
But she knew.
When we make it stop.
Gray’s nostrils flared as he glared at Emerson.Then, grudgingly, each word coming like the growl of a beast, he ordered, “Get Dr.Marlowe a bulletproof vest.”
“Get one for me, too,” Kane added immediately.
“I need one,” Tyler said.
Ana raised her hand.“Can I get one, too?”
“Fuck,” Gray snarled.“Fuck.”
But Kane curled his hands around Ana’s shoulders.He tugged her toward him.“You are not getting anywhere near Logan.”
“‘Better safe than sorry,’” she quoted.“Isn’t that how the saying goes?”
“You’re better alive than dead,” Kane returned.“That’s how the freaking saying goes.”
She did like that one better.
ChapterTwenty-Two
“Logan!”Emerson kept her hands up as she neared the edge of the sidewalk.She wasn’t going onto those steps that led up to Ana’s home.She’d given her word to Grayson, and she intended to keep that word.“Logan, it’s me!It’s Dr.Emerson Marlowe!”She could feel eyes on her.The Feds.The cops.The cops were behind her, with their parked patrol cars at the edge of the property.Feds were with them.Just as there were Feds hidden at the house next door.HiddenbehindAna’s home.Hidden pretty much everywhere.
Grayson was watching her.Grayson was also talking in the small earpiece-slash-transmitter that he’d insisted she wear.
“Do not get on those steps, you understand me, Emerson?”Grayson snarled.
She barely controlled a wince.She wanted to tell the man to trust her, but she also didn’t want to give away the fact that she was wearing an earpiece.So she kept her gaze on the front of the house.Yellow police tape flapped in the wind, and the smashed windows had been boarded up.“Logan, I know you’re in there!”
Traffic was being diverted from the immediate area on Grayson’s command.The whole place was eerily quiet, except for the crashing of the waves on the nearby beach.
Emerson tried again, shouting, “Logan, I’m here to help you!”
The front door opened.A squeak of sound.
Emerson held her breath.
“I didn’t ask to see you, Dr.Marlowe.”Logan’s voice drifted to her.Amused.“I wanted my Anastasia.”
He was just out of sight.The door had only opened a few inches.Precious, precious inches.
“Ana…Anastasia is close by,” she promised him.“But she’s not coming in.At least, not until I have proof that her friend Zuri is alive.You have to give me proof.”
Silence.And then?—
A woman’s scream.
