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Thomas roars, “We don’t know yet, but once we find out, there won’t be a place for the people responsible to hide.”
Good.
I’ve only seen Thomas this visibly pissed a handful of times, all of which never boded well for the person on the receiving end. Between his barking orders, while Elias, Fernando, and Reign look seconds away from imploding, we’re all eager to get our hands on whoever this is.
Lev’s running through the footage, tracking the route the attackers came from. He brings up a still image, and I clench my molars so hard I think they’ll crack.
“Grady,” I hiss and begin pacing.
“Stuck the chip in your arm, Grady?” Wes inquires.
Nodding, I ask, “Did the fucker survive?”
“His body isn’t with any of the remains, and the footage shows one car fleeing the scene before the shooting began.”
“Fucking coward,” I shout, clenching my fists. He needs to be dealt with. “I want his head on a spike,” I seethe, heading for the door. I need out of this room.
Holding the doorknob, I turn and command, “Find him.
69
ARIAH
“Can you please refrain from giving me a heart attack for at least one week, woman?” Shay exclaims, bursting into my room.
“Are you still certain your future is in forensic science? My money is still on you finally seeing you belong in Hollywood,” I retort, trying to lighten the mood. The look on her face screams, ‘Don’t try me, Satan, not today.’
Shay crosses her arms, narrowing her brown eyes at me as she walks further into my room. “Don’t start that again. You know damn well I have every right to be worried.”
“I’m okay, Shay.”
“Are you sure?” she probes. “Because what I’ve gathered from all the security running around the house, the situation today was far from okay.”
Sitting up, I meet my best friend’s gaze. “I was asleep for about ninety-five percent of it. Like only woke up when we were a few minutes from home.”
Her head falls back as she roars in laughter. “Only you, Ariah Bradford, would sleep through a car chase that ends in gunfire.” Shay’s shoulders shake as she tries to catch her breath. She’s near wheezing when she stops laughing.
“I’m glad I could amuse you,” I mutter, hiding my laughter.
Clearing her throat, Shay schools her features. “Seriously though, Riri, I’m going to need you to chill, or I’m putting you under house arrest.”
“No threats necessary. I have no plans to seek out another shoot-out.”
“Good,” she says, bending to hug me. “I need you to be okay.”
I squeeze her tight before letting go and replying, “I am. Now, where are you off to?”
“My mom is making a pre-Christmas dinner since my uncle will be in Jamaica for the holidays.”
My mouth waters. “I’ll need a plate. I don’t even know what’s on the menu. I just know I need a plate.”
She snickers. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your plate. I don’t want a stye on my eye.”
I scrunch my nose. “How does not bringing me food cause you to get a stye?”
“Old Jamaican wives’ tale. Deny a pregnant woman her cravings and boom—stye.”
“Whatever gets me a plate,” I snort.
