Page 16 of Delta Mission
I stepped out of the ladder. “Athank youwould be nice.”
“Jesus, are you okay?” He stared at the blood on my hands.
I turned my palms over, and a wave of nausea wobbled through me. “It’s Lyle’s blood.”
“Ah, shit, Makenna, I’m sorry.” Channing placed his hand on my shoulder, and it took everything I had not to melt under his touch.
I met his gaze. I’d never forgotten how incredible his eyes were, as blue as arctic ice with just a hint of mint around his pupils. “What do we do now?”
“Come on, I need to contact my team.” He marched away.
“They’re gone.” Shaking my head, I strode after him.
Channing pressed his receiver into his ear. “Wolf to Moose, do you read? Over.”
He repeated his call twice more to his team before we ducked down at the end of the alley to peer out to the dirt road. “Fuck me.”
His neck was so thick with anger, his veins bulged.
“See . . . the third Hummer is gone,” I said. “They left us.”
He blinked at where the Hummer should be, and the grooves in his forehead deepened like he was trying to piece that anomaly together. “Shit.”
I followed Channing onto the road as he snapped his gaze up and down the village. Clutching his weapon, he glared at the burned-out Hummer and then frowned at the dirt at his feet.
“Horses,” I said, anticipating his question.
“Huh, I wondered what the sound was. Did you see them?”
“No, I was hiding in the drug lab.”
He cocked his head. “You found the drugs.”
“Yep. Nobody believed me.”
He captured me with eyes that had my body purring. “They’ll believe you now.”
“It won’t matter. My hard work will be overshadowed by Trent and Lyle’s horrible deaths.”
“I’m sure you’ll still get the accolades.”
I glared at him. “I don’t want accolades, Channing. I want the fucking drugs eradicated.”
He raised his palms. “All right, calm down.”
I huffed.Men are assholes. “You’re just like the rest of them.”
Shaking his head, he marched to the smoking Hummer, and as he foraged around inside, I scanned the deserted street.
Where did that kid go?
Channing emerged from the vehicle and his scowl confirmed he didn’t find what he was looking for. He strode to the next Hummer.
I peered toward the snow-capped mountains beyond the shelters. They were beautiful and seemed so out of place in this desolate setting. The shadows that were cast by the sun sinking behind the mountain were darker.
Shit. Complete darkness was only about an hour away.
Channing sat in the front seat of the Hummer, looking furious.
