Page 114 of Tracking Safety

If she was going to make a move, it had to be now.

She drove both hands into Vito’s chest, throwing all her weight behind the action.

He staggered back toward the car, his eyes wide with surprise. “You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“You’ve got no one left to defend you,” she muttered. “I think you’re the one who doesn’t know what he’s doing!”

He sneered at her again and took another step back, hitting the car.

Her pulse roared in her ears.

Luke rushed to her side. He handed the gun he’d confiscated from Sutter to Caleb. Caleb kept the weapon trained on Vito just in case he had any surprises up his sleeve.

“I’ve got you.” Luke pulled her against him, his hand splaying across her back like he needed to feel that she was solid. She gripped his forearm hard.

Freya hit Jenna’s other side in the same instant, shoving her head under Jenna’s hand, her entire body wagging, a high whine breaking out of her.

“Good girl.” Jenna’s hand fisted in the dog’s ash-gray coat for one second. “Good girl.”

Then Luke put Jenna behind him. “Jenna, there’s a gap in the fire up the ridge. It should be safe there—for now. Go.”

“But—”

“I’ll be right behind you.” He caught Freya’s collar and pushed her toward Jenna. “Freya, with her. Go on.”

She hesitated another moment before nodding. Then she took Freya and ran toward safety, praying as she did that Luke and Caleb would be okay.

Once she reached the trees, she looked back.

Vito still stood against the car, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. How was he going to get out of this one?

She had no idea.

Caleb stood with the driver, and Sutter had disappeared into the woods.

Vito was on his own.

“You need to come with us,” Luke yelled to him. “Before the fire takes you.”

Vito laughed. “I won’t be doing that.”

“I don’t know how you plan on getting out of this then,” Luke said. “You’re trapped. And I’m guessing you don’t even have the keys to drive yourself away.”

Based on the way Vito’s face went pale, Luke was right.

Vito’s composure cracked. Terror surfaced underneath it—the same fear he’d spent a lifetime collecting off other people.

Jenna watched as the flames moved closer to the road—to Vito.

“You need to—” Luke started.

Before Luke could finish, the fire took the car. Glass burst somewhere inside it. A tire went off like a gunshot, then another. A wave of heat rolled out across the road.

Jenna pulled Freya down and watched in horror as fire scorched everything in its path.

Fire completely surrounded Vito. There was no way Luke could reach the man.

Flames consumed him, and he fell to the ground.