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Twenty minutes later, Blake sat in the passenger seat of the SUV, listening to the quiet exchanges over the radio.

The team was approaching the property. Jethro continued reporting the movement around the building, his calm voice providing updates without any unnecessary commentary.

Emmett and Draven were nearing the rear entrance. Lincoln’s officers were securing the perimeter, and Gwen had moved into position near the service door.

Blake stared through the windshield. He couldn’t see much from where he sat. Only the distant outline of the building and the occasional flash of movement between the trees.

Lucas stood beside the open driver’s door with one hand resting on the roof. “Breathe, Savage.”

Blake hadn’t even known he’d been holding his breath.

He exhaled as the radio crackled and Jethro’s New Orleans drawl came through.

“Echo One, this is Barclay.”

Emmett answered immediately. “Go.”

“Movement at the main entrance. One of the guards just received a call. He’s heading inside.”

“Copy.”

There was a pause, and then Jethro spoke again.

“Second-floor window. East side. Someone just pulled the blinds.”

Blake leaned forward. His heart hammered as he reached for the comms unit attached to his vest.

“This is Savage. Can you see who?”

“Negative,” Jethro responded.

Blake stared at the building.

Please, God. Please let her be here, and please let her be okay.

Another burst of static came through half-a-beat before Draven’s voice.

“Echo One, we’ve got a problem.”

Blake’s entire body went rigid.

“What kind of problem?” Emmett asked.

“Rear entrance just opened. Two men coming out. Both armed.”

Blake heard the tension in his teammate’s voice.

“Hold position,” Emmett ordered.

A few seconds passed before Jethro’s voice came through once again.

“One of them is moving toward the SUV.”

Blake’s stomach dropped. Were they preparing to move Devon?

He reached for the door handle, but Lucas immediately caught his arm.

“Don’t.”