I jerked to a stop.
Olivia crouched beside the SUV, Jason’s Glock clenched in her fist.
Holy shit.
It wasn’t Laurel who’d gotten out of the BMW in the middle of a gunfight—it’d been Olivia. She’d left the safety of the car to help me return fire.
“Go,” Jason ordered. “I’m all right.”
My brain was chaos, but I pushed every thought aside except the immediate one and focused on the gun she held. “I’m almost out.”
She offered it without hesitation.
“Spare mag,” he said through clenched teeth, “in the console.”
I holstered the SIG, grabbed his Glock, and reached in through the shattered window to access the console. I refused to acknowledge the empty infant car seat that had bullet holes in it and found the magazine quickly, shoving it in my pocket.
“Stay down,” I commanded, loud enough for everyone to hear, and tore off for the fuel truck. Since the shutter doors had jammed shut on it, the fastest way was through the cab. I barreled in and out the other side, sweeping my gun across the landscape to make sure I was clear. Carlo had a considerable headstart and was only twenty feet from a sedan parked against another hangar, clearly his target.
The trigger was spongy.
The kick on the Glock was different than my SIG, too. Sharp and powerful, and I had to stop running and brace my hand if I wanted accuracy. My shoes skidded on the pavement as I struck my stance, gripping the wrist of my firing handwith the other.
Carlo bolted into the car, his head disappearing from my view when I unleashed the full fury of the weapon. I splattered a line of bullets across the back of the sedan, shattering the back window, and only stopped because the magazine was spent.
Brake lights flicked on, followed by reverse.
He was still alive, at least well enough to operate the car. I dropped the spent magazine from the gun, jerked the spare one from my pants, and slammed it in, losing time as the reverse lights went dark and the car lurched forward.
I fired then with the new goal of disabling the vehicle, even as I sensed the security vehicles rolling in on me.
When Carlo sped off and disappeared behind another hangar, I stopped firing and stared at the Glock extended before me, filled with disbelief.
Everything was unraveling.
The security personnel were out of their vehicles, rapidly approaching me on foot, and screaming at me to put the gun down.
I put the safety back on and got down on my hands and knees, then set the gun on the ground beside me. I followed their orders without hesitation, flattening my chest to the pavement, gravel digging into the side of my cheek as I crossed my hands behind my head.
Carlo had escaped. What the fuck had just happened?
I tried to explain to the officers I was part of Shawn Dunn’s security team and informed them of the SIG Sauer in my holster. That I had a permit for the weapons, and identification, back at Mr. Dunn’s car. I left thePolezeiwith no choice but to bring me back to the hangar before taking me into custody.
How the fuck were the Abramos still giving orders?
Carlo wouldn’t make a move this big without permission, and I highly doubted he had the smarts to pull off the task onhis own. The spray of bullets had been directed at the Dunns.
What if Laurel’s son had been in the car?
Every muscle in my body tensed and ached.
I needed to use my phone and figure out what had happened, but I couldn’t do that. An officer put a knee roughly in my back as he latched a handcuff around one wrist, then twisted my arms behind my back to do the other. Then I was yanked to my feet.
With every thought racing through my mind, the loudest was my fury with myself.
If I hadn’t been so selfish, if I had turned Olivia over to Daniel when I’d gotten her away from the Abramos like I was supposed to, her life wouldn’t be in danger.
Carlo had seen us together.
