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“You have your gun, pet?” London questioned softly.
I met his stare, those dark eyes dangerous. Still, I gave a nod.
“Then we move,” London finished.
“Finally.” Carven yanked the handle and shoved out of the car. I slid after him as both London and Guild opened their doors.
Until Harper’s voice came through the two-way once more. “Wait.”
We froze.
Red and blue flashed.
The police?
More lights followed…a lot of them.
“What the fuck is happening?” London barked into the handset.
“Hell if I know,” Harper responded. “Standby.”
Standby? STANDBY?
My pulse was racing. My nerves were shot to hell. I gripped the gun at my side.
Seconds.
That’s where hell waited. In those moments while we waited.
“London…” Harper’s voice cracked through.
London raised the two-way to his lips. “What is it?”
“You’re not going to fucking believe this,” Harper growled. “There’s a fucking news van.”
What?
“That’s it. I’m coming,” London snapped, glancing at the others.
Slowly, we all holstered our weapons. Guild walked around to the rear of the four-wheel drive and opened the door before shutting it once more.
“Here,” he muttered, handing out black windbreakers. “The last thing we need is more attention.”
We all took the jackets, heading to where more headlights filtered through the trees. The bitter cold wrapped around me as I followed Carven between spindled trees with weapons for branches. Headlights burned brighter, but my focus was drawn to the red and blue neon glare that made my panic rise to new heights.
A dark blur headed toward us until Harper’s face came into view. “There’s someone down at the water. The police are here and it sounds like the coroner is on the way.”
“The coroner?” London jerked his gaze to Harper. “What the fuck for?”
“Sounds like they found a body in the water.”
London glanced around. “Jesus fucking Christ. Hale is supposed to be here any goddamn minute!”
“I know.”
London turned away, scanning the cars and the vans that now crowded the edge of the river. He raked his fingers through his hair. “This is a goddamn bust.”
“Not yet,” Carven muttered. “Not while we have those bastard’s Hale needs in our grip.”
