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“Yeah.” Heath answered.
What had actually transpired was a heated phone call with a fair amount of shouting and Heath’s captain telling him to act only if life was in imminent danger.
That worked for Seth.
“Adam, you got some emergency supplies in your duffle?”
“Flashbangs. Grenades. Goggles. Two Glocks. Two Sigs. Plus other items.”
The two agents chose to stay silent but shared a look.
“Excellent.” Heath faced Seth. “You still handy? Been a few months since we last practiced at the range.”
“No problem.” It had been nine months actually, but Seth had always been a good shot. All the brothers were. Unfortunately, that included Dillon.
“Adam, outfit the men.”
McNally grabbed Heath’s arm. “That’s not protocol.”
Heath stared at the man’s hand then up at his face. Immediately, the FBI Agent stepped back.
Even as Adam slapped a Sig Sauer into his hand, Zach spoke for the first time. “We’re not a follow-protocol kind of family.”
No truer words.
Seth checked the Sig Sauer Adam handed over, along with a spare clip.
Heath addressed Adam once more. “You and Lincoln get down to that window and tell me the lay of the land. If you can’t get eyes on Dillon, we stand down until SWAT arrives.”
So Dillon could terrify Harper some more? “Now wait—”
Adam cut him off. “Seth, we don’t go in guns blazing with no plan. That’s a sure way for Harper to get killed.”
Seth cursed to himself. Idiot. “You’re right.”
Adam grabbed his duffle bag before he and Lincoln ran toward the building and disappeared around the corner.
Two patrol cars turned up, and Heath ordered McNally to get them to block off traffic along the surrounding streets and coordinate with the paramedics he’d called to have on scene.
Heath’s phone vibrated. He put the phone on speaker. “What have you got for me?”
“Front-on view of Harper and Dillon,” Adam recounted. “She’s restrained in the chair. He’s moving around close to her. There’s three bodies on the left. Two female. One male.”
Dillon had killed already. He wouldn’t hesitate to do so again. “We need to get Harper out of there now.” He got right up close to his cop brother’s face.
Heath bit out a curse. He turned to Randall. “Chase up the ETA for SWAT.”
Heath’s phone beeped with a new photo. He opened it up to reveal a hand drawn plan of the inside of the room.
“Map showing basic layout,” Adam’s voice came through on the speaker as he outlined a plan to subdue Dillon and rescue Harper.
“SWAT’s ten minutes out.”
“That’s over Dillon’s deadline.” Seth braced for an argument. “He’ll be holding a gun to her head and there’s a one in five chance she’ll get a bullet ripping apart her brains.”
Graphic, yes, but that’s what was at stake.
Seth’s phone beeped. Dillon. “He’s sent a message.”
