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“It makes perfect sense,” Beckett says. “This whole fucking time.”
How could we have been so fucking stupid?
“Can’t you drive any faster?” I grip the device in my grasp, no longer needing to look at it now that we know where she’s heading. My sweet fucking angel about to be destroyed by this dark and dangerous world I could not protect her from.
"It's not for lack of effort." Beckett makes a beeline through a set of slowing cars and blasts through the intersection they were stopping at. Horns honk, tires skid, and vehicles crash into each other to avoid us.
Sirens sound and it’s only a moment later when they appear behind us.
“Keep fucking going, do not stop,” I tell Beckett and reach into my pocket to pull out my phone. I press one of the numbers in my contact list.
“Officer Bradshaw,” the man answers.
“The guy tailing a Volvo, call him off.”
Bradshaw sighs. “You’re killing me, Hayes.”
“Trust me, I will if you don’t call him off. You and every fucking person you love.”
“You can’t just threaten a cop, Hayes.”
“I did, and I will again.” I clench my jaw, the next words out of my mouth something I’m not proud of. “How old is that daughter of yours? Sixteen? Sure would be a shame if…”
“Alright,” he cuts me off. “I understand. Consider it done.”
I hang up the line and wait for him to do the damn job he’s paid for.
“That was a low blow, even for you, Hayes.” Beckett side-eyes me.
I wouldn't have actually followed through with the threat, but neither Bradshaw nor Beckett need to know that.
“Desperate times…” I focus on the route ahead of us. “How are we going to get into the place, it’s a fucking fortress?”
“I could crash the car through the front gate.”
“You’re not serious.” I glare at him.
“Deadly.” He steers us around another car and slams on the brakes to avoid hitting another, then speeds right past them.
"What kind of firepower do you have in here?" I open the glovebox but come up empty-handed.
"Under the back seat." Beckett tilts his head in that direction.
I climb onto my knees in the front and reach into the rear of the car to tilt up the bench seat. I drag myself through the opening, accidentally kicking Beckett a bit on the way.
“Come on man, watch the feet.” He shoves my leg.
I kneel there and examine the selection of guns. There isn’t much, but it’s more than what I thought we had a minute ago. I shove a pistol under my front waistband and another behind, near the one that was already holstered there. I tuck a dagger into my sock and place a switchblade into my pocket. “Is this what I think it is?” I pull out a small black box and glance at Beckett.
“Yeah, do you mind? I’d rather not die just yet.” He cranes his neck to take a better look at the selection left. “Christ, couldn’t save some for the rest of us?”
I toss a gun and a sheathed knife into his lap. “There. Happy?”
He uses his knee to steer and shoves the gun in the same frontal spot I had put mine. “I wasn’t kidding about the gate.” Beckett nods toward the road ahead. “I’d buckle up if I were you.”
I move as quickly as possible, throwing myself into a seat and reaching for the seatbelt. I barely get it fucking buckled when Simon veers us off the road and through the lawn.
He shoves his foot all the way onto the floor and says, “This is going to fucking hurt.”
