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“Where are you going?”

“To get that shooter.”

He still couldn’t believe they’d spotted RJ running off the platform—actually, it had been Scarlett who’d seen the fleeing trio. He’d been sprinting toward the train, his focus on getting aboard.

But Scarlett had grabbed him, watching his back as usual.

If she hadn’t stopped him, hadn’t seen what he’d missed—

They’d be on a train for Siberia right now. He wanted to grab her and plant a kiss on her lips. Instead he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “Please stay down.”

Then he turned, glanced down the alleyway, and sprinted toward a dumpster parked on the other side.

He landed next to York, his sister’s so-called bodyguard.

Frankly, he didn’t like the way York touched her—way too familiar for Ford’s taste. He’d get the guy alone later. Right now, he wanted to give him props for shielding his sister and Coco—

Coco.

Wow. He didn’t even know where to start with the appearance of his former foster sister. She looked good too. Grown up, but confident and beautiful, her hair short, and he could still remember the way Wyatt looked at her.

His big brother always did have a thing for her. Ford had caught them in a tangle in the barn years ago, probably intercepting something that would have gone too far.

Of course, at the time Ford had feared a little for his life, the way Wyatt looked at him.

Truth was, he’d always been a little jealous of Coco. She fit into RJ’s life in the way he used to.

“The shooter is behind that pole,” York said, their fight clearly a bygone, at least for the moment. “He shot out the light above it.”

Ford nodded. The area in front of the vokzal, the train station, was a wide-open space, better lit, but darkness engulfed the entrance of the alleyway. Next to Ford, York was edging out. Ford grasped his jacket. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to jump him—”

“Alone?”

York turned to him. Silence. “Yes. Alone.”

“Nope. That’s my sister—”

“Then you should get back to her.”

“Wow. And I thought I had issues. What’s your deal?”

Another shot pinged off the truck.

“My deal,” York hissed, “is that I made her a promise, and I intend to keep it.”

“Yeah, well, me too.”

Ford shot a look toward the truck. RJ still lay on the ground next to Coco, and he wanted to tell her to scoot under the truck, but that would only sharpen the shooter’s aim.

“Listen—we’ll do this together. I’ll draw his fire, you jump him,” Ford said.

York nodded.

“Go,” Ford said and took off down the alley. York must have waited a minute—Ford didn’t see, but two shots chipped off cement behind him, and he dove behind the edge of a building.

Another shot pinged off the truck.