“I’ll be happy to get in front of him and corner him,” Tank proposes, “but we should wait until he gets out of the city. Things will get messy if we have to pick this asshole up in a populated area.”
“I agree,” Blade confirms. “Let’s see where he goes. Stay on him.”
There’s no fucking way I’m going to lose this asshole.
“I doubt he has an end goal. Fucker probably doesn’t know where he’s going,” Mace tells us. “I’ve done some more digging. He landed in Seattle three hours ago and picked up that rental at the airport. The only thing he’s had time to do is plug the school into the GPS and head there.”
“Good.” I’m seething, but this is tidier. At least we don’t have to deal with a hotel room he checked into. Once I get my hands on him, the mess will be contained to his rental.
I glance at Eloise again. She’s biting her bottom lip. I’ve seen fear like this in her eyes before. I don’t like it, and I never want to see it again after today.
Larkin turns again. I’m right behind him. He’s avoiding the highway entrance. Interesting. What’s your plan, asshole?
“There’s an empty warehouse about a mile ahead,” Mace says. “Tank, can you or Ghost get in front of him and force him to inadvertently turn into it?”
“I’ve got it,” Tank says. He’s still positioned behind Ghost, so he’ll disappear from the pack easier.
I watch as he makes a sharp right. He’s good at this maneuver. It’s not the first time we’ve pulled this stunt. Sure enough, we only manage to go a few more blocks before Tank and Rachell pull out in front of Larkin.
“He’s in position,” I point out, glancing at my girl again. She’s still gripping my seat, but I’m impressed by her ability to hold it together. It only serves to piss me off further. I hate that she’s been through so much in twenty-two years that she’s only marginally fazed by this car chase. I also hate that she’s with us. I’d rather she be anywhere else, safe and sound.
“Hold on, angel,” I command as Tank intentionally fishtails, blocking the road and forcing Larkin to make a right into the warehouse parking lot.
Larkin makes the turn fast, almost missing it.
I jerk the wheel that direction, too, and stay on him far more efficiently since I knew this was coming.
The parking lot is empty because the warehouse is abandoned. Ghost hits the gas and comes up alongside me before passing me on the left so he can get in front of Larkin.
Larkin glances out his window when he realizes I’m not the only one on his tail. It’s too late for him to react to Ghost, though. He hits the gas, but Ghost is quickly even with Larkin and then passing him.
“When I get in front of him,” Ghost explains, “hit the brakes, Cannon. I’m going to turn right into his path so he’s forced to crash into my passenger side.”
“Got it,” I respond.
“Now!” Ghost shouts.
I hit the brakes.
So does Larkin, but not fast enough. He T-bones Ghost as planned. It’s a hard hit. He’s probably got whiplash, but Ghost won’t be hurt. He knew what was coming and braced himself appropriately. This isn’t his first rodeo.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cannon
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“Stay in the car, angel,” I yell as I unbuckle my seatbelt and jump out, gun in hand. I’m running toward Larkin before he manages to get out of his car, but he’s surprisingly quick. He may have been stunned for a moment, but he used to be a cop. He’s had some training for situations like this.
He’s out of his car in seconds, gun lifted.
“Drop your weapon!” Ghost shouts from behind Larkin. He was out of his car just as fast.
Tank squeals to a stop alongside us.
Larkin ignores Ghost but ducks down so I’m the only one with a clear shot. We’re aiming at each other.
“Put the fucking gun down, asshole,” I growl. “It’s over.”
