I lower the window.
“You okay, man?”
“Yeah.Ready to catch these fuckers.”
“You and me both.”Liam points at the building.“Here’s your girl.”
My girl?
Caylee appears in the doorway of her building, and my heart starts pounding.What is she doing out here?
I glance the clock.
Three forty-five.
Go back upstairs!
A young girl walks with her outside and onto the sidewalk.
“Fuck,” I growl as they keep walking.“That’s Trinity.’
“Potential target on the sidewalk.”Liam murmurs into the radio.
“Roger that,” Ryder says.
“Roger,” both the other teams add.
We watch them spotting her father across the road.He’s in a black business shirt and has been on the phone for about fifteen minutes.
I could detail every single person in my sight for the past thirty minutes.Unnecessarily.We have cameras on our vehicles and a sniper.Still, you never know when technology is going to let you down.
Travis and his team got into the practice computer system and were able to provide us with a lot of information about Trinity.
Trinity Whitebrook.Fifteen.Born April 15, 2010.Her father is the CEO of an insurance company, and her mother is a stay-at-home mom.
She’s our potential target.
That term rolls around and around in my head as I watch Caylee stand protectively with her and force myself to stay in the fucking car.
Get out of here.
“Fuck,” I scramble for my phone to send her a message.
“Don’t.”Liam grabs my arm.
Shit.
I know he’s right, but—
Then it happens.In slow motion, I see the white unmarked van come around the corner, get too close to the curb and then Caylee and Trinity fucking vanish.But we hear them.With my window down, their muffled screams are loud enough to distinguish.
“Move, move, move!All teams move,” Ryder yells, and I see him run across the road.He swaps his phone for a gun.
I start the vehicle, my heart pounding as I watch Ryder round the back of the van.He ducks back sharply at the same time as we hear gunfire.
“Fuck,” Liam loads his weapon with a click.“Get behind them.”
Flooring it, I rip across the road and drive up on the sidewalk, barely missing Ryder as the van pulls away.
