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I can’t let my brother see. Trying to sound normal, I reach for the door handle. “I’m going to search the back of the truck for a first aid kit and some pain medicine for you.”
But when I step out of the truck, the unmistakable sound of racing engines makes me forget my past like it’s nothing more than dust in the wind. My blood runs colder than the rain.
Chapter Six
When two sets of headlights cut across the runway, I start to move for cover. What kind of trouble have we got now?
God knows, it just keeps on coming.
Then a glint of light catches on something blue on the roof of the first truck—an unlit law enforcement light bar. Behind it is an ambulance.
A few seconds later a third vehicle arrives.
Based on the height and angle of the lights, I’d say it’s Agile’s other truck—the replacement for the one that blew up.
Boots hit the pavement and a shadowy figure starts moving around.
“Yo, Scout.”
I turn toward the voice and lift a hand as a familiar federal agent strides toward me. He snorts as his hawk-like eyes take in the scene.
The small white and black plane is lying inertly on its top. The damaged trucks are parked haphazardly. Plastic and glass parts are all over the ground. A gun and a knife are lying in the rain.
Clearly, a lot has happened.
Shaking his head, he rests a hand on his service revolver. “Didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”
I lift a shoulder. “What can I say? Trouble follows me.”
He adjusts the collar of his raincoat, pulling it higher. “Sorry it took me so long to get here. How many bodies?”
“Two. Behind the other truck.”
“Both rebels?”
I glance toward the two prone forms. “I guess. Armed. Not too smart. Our team had a run in with some in Santa Rosa. Seems like a similar type.”
He listens intently as I give him a two minute rundown of what happened.
“I don’t like it.” He frowns, turning introspective for a beat. “I especially hate that they tried to grab a woman. That’s an escalation from what we’ve seen before.”
A memory of the man dragging Aria from the plane flashes through my mind. It flares my anger again. “I don’t know what their intention was, but it wasn’t good.”
I turn my attention toward the truck where Aria is waiting with Griff. Her shadowed face can barely be seen through the gloom and rain.
But I don’t have to see her to know she’s watching us talk.
An electric sensation stirs at the nape of my neck. It’s been there the whole time she’s been watching.
My sixth sense pokes at me, but the message is muddy and the vague warning makes me crazy. I can’t stand chaos.
He tips his chin and focuses on the plane again as theother member of Griff’s dive team jerks bags out of the cargo area.Jackass attitude still on display.
“Where’s the pilot?”
“He’s hiding under the wing, crawled into a hole underneath.”
“Madres Dios.” He leans down, squinting through the darkness, even though we’re twenty yards away. “Is he in shock?”