“You were the one that promised you could funnel my money out of the U.S.” The guy raised the gun and pointed it at my head. “Do it, or you won't need to worry about the heat.”
As if to reinforce his threat, the guy slammed the butt of his gun into the side of my face. I barely had time to register the pain before I was dropping to the floor, the world about me fading in and out and then going dark.
* * * *
A loud bang woke me. It actually jerked me awake. I sucked in a shaky breath before opening my eyes and glancing around. When I saw that the room was empty, I pushed myself up into a sitting position.
I immediately wished I had stayed where I was, preferably unconscious. My cheek was throbbing, and my head was pounding. I also had a sharp pain in my ribs on my right side that I wasn't sure how I got. I didn't remember getting hit or kicked there, although I wouldn't put it past that asshole to do something to me while I was unconscious.
At least I still had all my clothes on.
That was always a plus.
I started to climb to my feet, but the sudden sharp pain in my side made me change my mind.
Maybe I would just stay here on the floor until the DEA figured out that this undercover mission had gone sideways and they sent someone in to rescue my ass before I got shot, if it was at all possible.
When I heard another loud crash, I gritted my teeth and made myself push through the pain as I climbed to my feet. I held on to the desk with a death grip to pull myself up. I didn't know what was going on out there, but I did not want to be sitting on the floor if it came in my direction.
I stepped over to the desk and grabbed the flash stick with all my information on it. Where the DEA's account was located, where the drug thug's account was located, how much money was being transferred, and how I was transferring it.
Lyn had beaten it into my head to have a backup of everything. I think he'd gotten a little paranoid since going to work for the FBI, but whatever. He knew more about computers than I did. If he says back it up, I was backing it up.
I slid the flash stick into my pocket just as the door was kicked in.
“Police! Hands in the air!”
I didn't even have time to turn around before I was being shoved down to the floor and my arms jerked behind me so handcuffs could be placed around my wrists.
“Got one in here, Sergeant!” a deep, baritone voice shouted.
Wait.
I knew that voice.
I craned my neck to look at the officer with his knee in my back. “Sam?”
Officer Sam Brodsky, one of the officers on my husband's SWAT team and the man married to my brother-in-law.
Told you I was cursed.
“Lany?” Sam whispered.
Fuck my life!
I sighed with resignation. “Could you get your knee out of my back, Sam?” It wasn't doing my ribs any good.
The handcuffs were quickly removed, and then I was pulled up. I met a pair of wide eyes on a very pale face. I smiled. “Hi.”
“Lany, what are you doing here?” Sam snapped. “You are supposed to be at home with the kids.”
“Yeah.” I winced. “About that...” Just as quickly as I had winced, I frowned. “I don't suppose we could keep this from Sal, could we?”
I didn't have a chance in hell, and I knew it as soon as Sam's eyes narrowed.
“Lany!” Sam snapped in clear exasperation.
“Lany?” asked a voice behind me.
