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“Actually, I believe it would be safer to park in the alleyway behind her home,” Trigg says firmly. “Second right instead of the first. Look for the two black garbage cans, and there will be a small pull-in where you can park that noses right up to the back gate.”
“I really stinking have to pee,” Quincy mutters.
“If anyone is keeping watch, it will be the least likely entry point to be seen,” Trigg says. “The neighbors will be unable to see us due to the huge brick fence that lines the entire backyard.”
Well, I suppose we know how Trigg got in and out.
“Whatever,” Quincy says in a strained tone. “Just hurry. Please. She rolled right over on my bladder, and things are getting questionable.”
I speed up a little and follow Trigg’s instructions, making the right and looking for the garbage cans. It’s easy enough to tell where I’m supposed to turn in because Quincy unbuckles and frantically points.
Damn.
It must be a real emergency.
It couldn’t have taken thirty seconds for me to get us here. I pull the truck in, concerned my back end might be hanging out in the alleyway, but we’ll be quick.
“If you could wait while my phone connects to the cameras, that would be preferable,” Trigg growls, but Quincy is already in the process of pushing open the passenger door.
I chuckle, shutting the truck off and tossing open the door. “I’ll go with her.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Hartley
Cool air rushes the cab of the truck as the entire vehicle jostles from Ridge climbing out.
I keep an eye on them as Quincy waddles toward the house. The tall wooden gate is the only break in the brick wall. The gate swings open, and Quincy heads in first with Ridge hot on her heels.
The house has two sidewalks on either side that run parallel to the fence. I can’t see where the one on the left leads, but the one on the right hits another small fence that seems to lead to the front yard. The right side also has a small cutoff with stairs downward that must lead to the basement entrance.
I’ve never been back there, but the fenced-in yard looks cozy.
“Motherfucker!” Trigg hisses and types furiously on his phone screen before tossing onto the seat between us like it burned him. “I’ll bet that fool didn’t even gear up after the doctor.” He leans over, digging under Ridge’s seat. “Step out and call them back to us, but stay calm. I don’t care if Quincy pees her pants. You get them back here, but don’t let on that anything is wrong.”
My heart rate picks up.
“Is something?” I ask, even though…it clearly fucking is.
“Now, Hartley!” he barks.
I’m not expecting it, and my body snaps into motion. I don’t even bother grabbing my jacket off the floorboard. I throw the door open and climb out, jogging around the front of the truck and through the open gate.
A flicker of movement catches my eye near the hedges that line the left side of the fence. It’s obscured by the end of the house, but I don’t think that was a bird or other wildlife.
“Trigg said we have to go. We’ll come right back, but he has to pick up…” I frown, trying to multitask as I scan for a weapon or any other adversaries. “A prescription. He said it’s an emergency. He’s been waiting on it to be restocked for days.”
Ridge goes rigid, wrapping an arm around Quincy’s middle.
Fuck.
Hopefully he got her right under the breasts to protect the baby.
“I’m literally about to pee myself,” she sobs, struggling against his hold as he turns them toward me.
He doesn’t have any mercy, walking her toward the gate with long strides. He keeps her held in front of him, using his body as a human shield.
A man in a ski mask pops out from the stairs to the basement, making my eyes widen.
