No, that wasn’t possible. Even though Colt had been on a work call, his eyes had been on the house and the street the entire time.
“I told you,” she said quietly. “This isn’t the best time to talk about it. And I haven’t been feeling great. Can we discuss it later?”
He touched her forehead. She didn’t feel hot. But she hadn’t been herself these last couple weeks. Nauseous. Tired. He’d put it down to stress.
“Indie—”
The door opened, and Becket stood on the other side, beer in his hand.
Dammit.
“Sorry, I was coming out to grab something from the car.” Becket frowned. “Everything okay?”
Indie gave a jerky nod. “Of course.” She slipped past Becket into the house.
The urge to tug her back was strong. Hell, Colt had to fist his hands to forcibly stop himself.
Becket looked back at him. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.” But he sure as hell was going to find out.
He squeezed Becket’s shoulder before stepping inside. Everyone was out back, drinks in hand, smiling and laughing, but his gaze went straight to Indie. She was standing with Clara and her aunt. She was smiling, but it was strained.
What the hell was going on?
Colt grabbed a beer from the cooler and joined Jesse and Holden. The guys were best friends and had served on the same Ghost Ops team. Now, Holden dated Clara.
Holden smiled at him. “Hey. How’re you doing?”
“All right.” He’d been better. A hell of a lot better. He looked at Jesse. “Have you found Gordon?”
“Maybe. Five minutes ago, I got a call about a lead. They’re checking it out right now.”
“What lead?”
“There’s an abandoned house out on Clifford Avenue. One of the neighbors has reported seeing someone there the last few days.”
Colt cursed. “What the hell are we still doinghere?” He turned, but Jesse grabbed his arm and tugged him close.
“My guys are probably already there. Let them do their job.”
“What if he gets away?”
Almost on cue, Jesse’s cell rang. He stepped away to answer the call, but Colt didn’t take his eyes off him. He saw frustration flicker over Jesse’s face. Then anger.
Something had gone wrong. They hadn’t caught him.
Shit.
Jesse stepped back, keeping his voice low. “Gordon had a gun. He started shooting as they approached the house.”
“Anyone get hurt?” Holden asked.
“One of my deputies, Luke. Wade, one of the new guys, had to choose between helping Luke or chasing down Gordon. He helped Luke.”
Colt swallowed the acid in his throat. “Gordon got away.”
Jesse’s gaze went back to Colt. “Yeah. I have to go. Wade’s new to the department. I need to be with him for the debrief. I’ll keep you updated.”
