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He yanked her back down. “Gunfire.”
The shattering ceased. The echoing stilled.
He took the opportunity to bolt to his room and grab his Glock. Rushing back to the door, he held at the frame. Harper had wisely moved back around the corner.
“Call 911,” he said before he crouched down and moved for the front room.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a rushed whisper.
“Going after them.” He moved to the front door, stood to the side, gun raised, and cracked the door open.
After a moment, he moved outside. The air was thick and heavy from the storm.
Moving erratically, he positioned himself with a full view of where the shots had come from, but no one was there.
A car revved in the distance.
He raced toward the next condo, still moving erratically in case someone lingered behind. Leaning out from behind the neighbor’s condo, he caught sight of two red taillights disappearing in the distance.
¦¦¦
A knock yanked Christian from sleep. He pulled his gun and slipped his arm out from under Andi’s back. She stirred and blinked up at him.
He held his finger to his lips as another knock sounded. He moved for the door and stood to the side, reaching for the handle.
“It’s Greyson.”
Greyson? He frowned.
What time was it? He opened the door.
Greyson stood there, his expression tight. “Sorry to wake you, but there’s something you need to hear.”
Christian stepped back so Greyson could enter. “What time is it?”
Greyson looked at his watch. “0530. Miss Andi,” he said, nodding at her on the couch as he strode inside.
“Greyson.” Andi nodded, pulling to a fully upright position.
“What’s happening?” Riley asked from the doorway before Christian had a chance to close it.
“What are you doing up?” he asked. Why was everyone else wide awake?
“I heard Greyson leave the house and saw him walking toward your place.”
“So naturally you followed.” Of course his sister did.
“Sorry I woke you,” Greyson said, resuming his pacing from earlier.
“Please sit down,” Riley said. “It’s too early in the morning for your pacing.”
He took a seat on the smaller sofa, and Riley plopped down beside him—her in a relaxed position, him ramrod straight.
Christian shut and locked the door, half expecting someone else to come walking in. He returned to the sofa where he and Andi had fallen asleep, shockingly sitting up. Though, given the little sleep they’d been functioning on, it wasn’t that surprising.
“What’s up?” he asked, curious what Greyson had found. The man could find one M&M in a two-hundred-pound tub of Skittles.
Greyson cleared his throat. “Ethan Poppin shared his cell with only two men during his incarceration.”
