He was just turning into the station parking lot when a loud bang sounded, followed by fire under his hood. Heat immediately cracked the windshield.
His truck swerved, and he couldn’t get control.
Shit!
He clicked his seat belt off, threw open his door, and rolled out. His body hit the road hard while his truck crashed into a parked car.
Tires squealed nearby, and the door to Eastern’s car flew open a second before his brother was out and running toward him.
“Lock! Are you okay?”
Lock rose to his feet, ignoring the scrapes on his sides. “Someone did something to my truck.”
Eastern lifted his radio and called for both his deputies and the fire department.
Lock’s blood pumped, the need to contact Callie and check that she was okay all he could think about. But his damn phone had been in his truck—and now the entire fucking thing was in flames.
What had it been? A bomb? Jesus. “I need your phone.”
Eastern handed it over, and he hit Callie’s name.
“Hey, Eastern.”
The air rushed from his chest at the sound of her voice. “Hey, it’s me. Are you okay?”
“Lock? I’m fine. Why are you calling from your brother’s phone?” There was a small pause, and when she spoke again, she sounded panicked. “Something’s wrong. Did something happen?”
He didn’t want to lie to her, but he couldn’t tell her the truth. Not over the phone and not after everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. “I’m fine. I’ll see you in an hour. You’re keeping the doors locked, right?”
“Of course. It’s just Antwan and me now, because Jesse took Aspen home.”
“Okay. Make sure you stay close to him. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He hung up and handed the phone back to his brother.
“Come into the station,” Eastern said, already moving forward. “The deputies can look at the truck while I take care of those scrapes.”
They’d just stepped inside the station when Aspen turned to look at them from where she stood by the front desk.
Lock frowned. “Aspen. What are you doing here? Jesse said he was taking you home.”
“He did. Then I came here.” Her gaze shifted from Lock to Eastern and back. “I think I know who’s targeting Callie.”
CHAPTER 30
Lock was hiding something.
Callie eyed the phone, tempted to call him back. Well, not him. Eastern. Or at least Eastern’s phone. Another question she had…why had he called from Eastern’s cell? She’d asked but he’d avoided the question.
Something had happened. What? And why hadn’t he told her? Did he think she couldn’t handle it?
She blew out a breath. He would have told her if it was really important, wouldn’t he?
She turned and glanced at her yoga mat. She should return to her session. But there was no way she could concentrate now.
Maybe, if there was something going on, he’d told Antwan. Was it underhanded of her to try to get information from him? Did she care?
