Page 95 of Erik's Redemption
Still, Erik moved forward and shouldered the door.
Another empty room. He turned to see Rachel’s was the same. He cursed. “They’re not here, Chandler.”
“Shit! The agent told his team everyone would be in tonight.”
“Well, they aren’t,” Rachel said through gritted teeth. “Find them. I want them dead.Allof them.”
Hannah keyedin the code for Brigid’s apartment building before stepping inside. The foyer was warm, but it did nothing to heat her skin. She would have called Henry over too—God knows, she needed all the support she could get—but she couldn’t dump this on him. He was still recovering from what had happened with Owen.
She jogged up the stairs, toward Brigid’s apartment on the top floor. The building wasn’t old, but it wasn’t new. The elevator worked just fine, but she needed to work off some of her nervous energy.
A part of her felt guilty for telling Brigid before she told Erik, but she needed someone to assure her this would all be okay. Promise her that she’d get through this—with or without Erik.
When she reached the fourth floor, it was an effort to walk and not run. She wanted to spill her news as quickly as possible. In her head, she told herself to chill, to tell her friend calmly…but could she?
Probably not.
She knocked on Brigid’s door. As she waited, she began to run her finger over the angel charm that Erik himself had put back on her bracelet. It went a little way toward calming her, but not nearly enough.
When Brigid didn’t answer, she frowned and was about to knock again, but at the last second, she tried the door handle instead. Unlocked.
That was odd. Brigid rarely left her door unlocked. If anything, she was ridiculously paranoid, always claiming her nosy neighbors might just barge in if she didn’t keep them locked out.
She stepped inside, immediately noticing how cold it was. God, why was it freezing in here? And not only that, it was dark. Why were all the lights off? Was she not home?
She closed the door quietly and flicked the light switch on the wall. She took two slow steps into the room…when suddenly a bare foot behind the couch came into view.
A loud gasp tore from her chest. Her purse slipped from her fingers, and she ran toward her friend, dropping to the floor beside her.
Oh Jesus…there was so much blood pooled around her head!
“Brigid?” She wanted to touch her, but what if she hurt her worse? “Brigid, can you hear me?”
She didn’t even stir.
With shaking hands, Hannah felt for a pulse. It was there. Faint, but there.
Paramedics. She needed to call the paramedics and get help for her friend!
She rose and rushed toward her bag but stopped at a noise behind her. A figure stepped out of the bedroom. Her breath caught in her throat, blood roaring between her ears.
No…it couldn’t be.
“Hello, Hannah.”
James’s deep voice turned her blood to ice. He had a gun in his hand pointed directly at her chest.
She shook her head, stumbling back a step. “No. You’re supposed to be in jail for attempted murder.”
“Bail.”
Bail? Who the hell would give an attempted murdererbail? Her vision almost blackened at the sheer irony that two men who’d wanted to hurt her, years apart, had both managed to get bail.
“But you don’t have money,” she finally whispered.
“You’re right. I don’t. But someone came to visit me…several times. And I told her how much it would mean to me if she helped me get out.” His gaze shifted to Brigid, and Hannah’s heart stopped.
No. She wouldn’t have.
