“How’s your medic training, Sergeant?”
“It’s been a while. What’s wrong?”
“Foster wasn’t buckled in.”
Fuck.
“Conscious? Do you have a bus en route?”
“Semi. And yes.”
“Good. Is Scott with him?”
“Yes. He says Foster’s okay but thinks he’s concussed and has either a broken clavicle or a broken arm.”
“Scott can handle Foster, we’ve gotta figure out what to do. So, lemme ask again, what’s the fucking plan?”
They looked at each other and I knew, without a doubt, I wouldn’t like their stupid ass plan.
“You’re gonna let them drive away?” I asked.
“They’re wearing trackers,” Heidi said.
I swore. As if technology never fucking failed.
“And if they figure that out or they quit transmitting?”
“We just have to pray that doesn’t happen? We’re down a car, we have an injured team leader, and the police will be here soon. If we leave…”
I knew they were right, but it grated on my nerves. I walked back to the SUV.
“Pequeña, are you okay?”
“Papi?”
“Yeah, baby girl. C’mon outta there.”
She crawled out from between the seats. Smeared makeup covered her pretty face from the tears still pouring from her red-rimmed eyes. Her stuffed Squirts, both of them, remained clutched tightly in her hands as she made her way to me. As soon as she was close enough, I grabbed her. She threw her arms around my neck, and I settled her against my chest, relief flooding my system alongside the guilt I felt.
“Daddy?”
“He’s okay. Wanna go see him?”
47
DECLAN
Ilaid in bed, trying to fucking wrap my head around this complete fucking shit show. Had I known what the plan had been, I never would’ve gone along with it. Fight until they’re captured, then sneak in and get them?
What the ever loving fuck?
“Daddy?”
I sighed with relief. She hadn’t said anything since she got here. The moment Priest and Cameron brought Hayden, Marcie, and Foster back to the house, Hayden tucked Marcie and me into bed, only to disappear. We’d not seen him since.
“Yes, sweet girl?”
“Where’s Papi?”
