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His footsteps echoed in the darkness until his strong palms found my hips. Heat surged through my body so dangerous, I had a hard time reminding myself we were supposed to be working.
I took one of his hands to let him know where I was in the dark but eased my pulsing body from his arms.
Together, we hunched down and he used the tip of something to pry up the floorboard.
It came up easy enough and when we looked in, I was surprised to find Clive had left some notebooks, a USB drive and a bullet.
What gave off the light was one of those glows in the dark strips.
“How long do you think these things last?” Storm picked up the strip and turned it over in his hand.
“As long as it can get sunlight.” I gathered the things in the hidden compartment. “Where it’s sitting, through the hole, I supposed it could get a little sun to keep it going. If we’d waited longer, we wouldn’t have found these.”
“Let’s get out of here.” Storm told me.
We made our way back the way we’d come—across the backyard and over the fence like damn burglars.
Once we were safely out of Clive’s neighbourhood, we stopped to get some food and was heading toward home again when we picked up a tail.
“You see him?” Storm asked.
“Yeah.” I replied. “I wonder why they’re following?”
“Probably ran my tag.” Storm replied.
“Any plans?”
Storm glanced back through the mirror then shifted to set the bag he had in his lap on the floor.
“We really don’t have firsthand knowledge of this gang.” Storm replied in a thoughtful voice. “I say we get our hands on one of them fools and ask them a few polite questions.”
I smirked.
“You’re the boss.” I told him, slamming my foot down on the gas.
True to form, the car tailing us sped up.
I took us through traffic, zig-zagging through, forcing other cars to the side. While they honked at me, I paid that no attention, going faster and faster.
We arrived at a dirt road, and I hit the brake while twisting the steering to the left while yanking up the hand-brake with my free hand.
The jeep veered dangerously to toppling over but steadied itself. I quickly grabbed my gun while Storm did the same.
But instead of being captured, the men following us shot themselves before we could get to them.
Storm turned away from me. Before he did, I could see the dangerous way his jaw clenched.
Resting his hands on his hips, he lifted his face to the night sky.
I let him be to gather himself while I went through the men’s pockets. One of them had a phone but even I could tell we wouldn’t be able to get anything off it.
It was entirely too old to be on much of a network.
The driver was Clark and the other was Thomas—according to their driver’s licenses.
Leaving the scene, I put in a call to Tex.
“Clear the area.” Tex advised. “I’m sending the cops.”
