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She reached the opening first. Slicing a this-conversation-is-over look at her partner, she called out, “Immigration and Customs Enforcement! We have a warrant.”
Brown positioned himself in front of the truck. Just then, the truck door slammed and the engine started. Brown pulled his weapon, prepared to stop them, but the vehicle nearly ran him over to get away.
She threw Brown a look over her shoulder. “Never mind them. Let’s do this. On my lead. Three…two…”
SIX
Apollo’s feet thudded against the hardwood floor of his apartment. He must be driving his neighbors crazy with his pacing, but he couldn’t stop.
The chatter between cells had all but died down. His frustration level was through the roof because anyone in Blackout knew silence was deadly. The two groups were back-building like a storm. How long before the black clouds moved in and blanketed the world?
He’d managed to find little since those two alerts he received on his phone, but he wasn’t giving up. Far from it. If he had to singlehandedly fight from the trenches, he would orchestrate the end of this cell once and for all.
Making a safer, better world for the woman he loved was his driving force. Even if she wouldn’t answer any of the half a dozen messages he’d sent her, asking her to text him to let him know she made it home safely. Now it was well past one in the morning, and still no word.
Hell, he even preferred the thought that she was tucked up in her bed ignoring him.
But he’d been in the military long enough to listen to his own instincts, and his gut was telling him to drive to her place and find out.
She’d be royally pissed at him if he buzzed her door at this time of night. He was already walking on broken glass when it came to their relationship.
This felt too much like before. Three years worrying about her, unable to reach out at all.
This was worse.
Gripping his phone so hard it bit into his hand, he called her number. It rang three times and beeped without so much as a voicemail message saying he’d reached Indika Devi.
He hung up and called again.
Suddenly a voice poured into his ear. Apollo’s spine snapped rigid.
A male voice.
Her partner.
Panic swept him. “What happened? Is she okay?” he demanded in a growl.
“This is Agent Bryce Brown, Indika’s partner. And no. She’s in the emergency room.”
White spots blinked in his vision. Somehow, he managed to lurch across the room and grab his keys. “What the fuck happened?”
“I can’t disclose that information to you.”
“You damn well better if you want to keep your balls.” He yanked open his front door and slammed it shut behind him so hard that dust rained from the ceiling tiles in the hall.
With the phone smashed against his ear, Apollo hurled himself down the stairs to reach the exit. “Which hospital?”
He blasted through the door and his legs ate up the distance to his car.
Her partner told him.
“Damn you for letting anything happen to her.” He reached his car and threw himself behind the wheel. “And thank you for letting me know. I’m on my way.”
Without waiting for a response, Apollo ended the call. Half a dozen injuries paraded through his brain, from cuts and scrapes to gunshot wounds. All he knew was that Brown’s refusal to give him details couldn’t mean anything good. Otherwise, wouldn’t he have assured him that Indika was fine?
His heart raced like he was facing an army of opponents. His temples pounded with the rush. His doctor would advise him to calm down and take it easy. Sparrow would tell him to hit the pillow.
He locked his boot to the gas pedal and raced through the streets of DC. As he passed the turnoff leading to Blackout HQ, he lifted a hand and flipped them the bird. Then he realized being sidelined was good right now. If he were on duty, deployed to South America or the Middle East, he couldn’t go to Indika.
