Page 92 of Turn the Tide
Ethan. He must be in a sniper position.
Glasses scurried out from the safety of his hidden position behind a stone column, making a move for the thumb drive. A precise spray of copper-jacketed lead sent him rolling in the opposite direction before he reached it. More bullets hit the ground where he’d just crouched, the line of incoming fire driving him further back. The sound of his footsteps pounding in retreat mingled with the peppering of bullets striking stone and steel.
Ashley hauled in a sobering breath. She scooped up the drive and clambered to her feet, hurting everywhere—a soul-deep pain she’d never forget. Fatigue ran leaden in her muscles. She wanted to keel over and lie down someplace safe and warm, curled up beside the man she loved.
Strong hands gripped her arms, turning her.
The beautiful sight of Logan gave her a quick jolt through the chest. She fell against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her breathing was labored, legs trembling, and she swallowed the sob lodged in her throat.
Police sirens pierced the rumble of ongoing gunfire.
“We have to go. Before the police arrive. We have to see Sanborn. He’s in country by now. We can’t outrun this. It’s too big.”
She clenched her hand closed around the thumb drive. Thank God she hadn’t lost it, but she would’ve handed it over to Glasses, traded anything in the world, even her life, to protect Logan.
Giving the USB drive to Sanborn, to the Agency, could possibly jeopardize the lives of countless others, but she’d do that, too, in order to keep him safe.
Nothing in the world was more important.
