Page 71 of A Touch of Frost
“Frost!” Someone hollered from the inside of the house.
She swung around to see Paul standing at the stop of the stairs. “I just wanted a second with my—”
“Lizard said we have incoming!” Paul hollered.
Frost spared me one final look before both of us took off into the house. Lizard was already barricading a side door, while Black Widow was in the process of hauling her bag from behind the Lay-Z boy.
While Frost turned to barricade the backdoor we’d come in through, I fell to my knees beside her. She shoved a Glock into my hand.
Paul had a baton in one hand and Frost was sliding into a thigh holster.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Frost shoved an earpiece into her ear and was speaking to Tex and Mozart.
“We need eyes, Tex!” Frost was saying as her and Black Widow dartd around to pull the curtains closed.
I sprang into action to help, even the ones in the bedroom.
“Shit.” Frost swore. “We’re going to be blind. Anyone who comes in gets taken down. Paul?”
“I’m fine.” Paul told her.
Something smashed through one of the front windows. When it hit the floor, smoke began spilling from the holes in the black cylinder.
Paul picked it up and whipped it back outside before darting into the bathroom as we coughed. He quickly returned with wet towels.
“Hold these over your mouth and nose,” he said.
As we did as he said, the attack happened.
The booms of guns, the shouting of voices in foreign languages, the stampede—all of it forced me to move. I kept my eyes on my brother.
The first man to go after him was rewarded with the butt of the baton against the back of the head. Paul backed up and the man fell into the floor, lifeless.
I dodged a fist and lashed out with a foot, sending my attacker across the room and toward Paul who took him down with a punch to the throat.
Some of the attackers began retreating and I couldn’t ignore the pops of gunfire outside. I had forgotten Kandi had been outside. My worry switched to her and as I turned for one of the barricaded doors.
Someone shouted my name, and I ducked a chair someone had tossed toward my head. It smashed into the wall and broke into a few pieces. I fired at my attacker, ignoring his scream of pain and took him to the floor with a kick to the crotch.
“Tink.” I called to Frost.
“She can handle it.” Frost bopped someone against the side of the head and the man slumped unconscious to the ground. “Don’t worry. Focus.”
By the time the smoke cleared, Paul was exhausted, Tink had a black eye, Lizard was grazed by a bullet but everyone else was fine. I looked around as Frost breezed by me.
“Here.” Lizard handed me a gun. “Go.”
“What about—” I tried.
“I got him.” Paul told me. “Go!”
“I’m coming with you.” Black Widow and Kandi stepped up.
Not waiting to be told again, I took off at a sprint after Frost who moved like lightning down the street after a man fleeing in the distance.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was. I knew she wanted to get her hands on him.
There was something in their past—maybe the moment they’d left her for dead—that propelled her after him. Black Widow, Kandi and I kept up as best we could until Striker was cornered in an alley with no exit.
