A man rounded the car to her side and tried the door.Locked.He jiggled the handle like he wanted to tear it off, and when it didn’t open, he lifted his weapon and fired at the window. Shooting at her from point-blank range.
The bullets embedded themselves in the window, but it didn’t break.
She wanted to curl forward and cover her head. That wouldn’t help her if this guy got through the car’s security measures.
One of the others hammered the butt of his gun on Jax’s window. Another man climbed on the hood and kicked at the spot that had been shot already, trying to weaken that point and get through the window.
Jax put the car in drive and hit the gas, going forward a few feet and then stopping sharply. The man on the hood fell to the side.
Red-and-blue flashing lights and the sound of police sirens drew her attention and that of the men around the car.
The cavalry had arrived.
She watched out the windshield at a stream of police vehicles, three of them, speeding up the road toward their car. Jax grabbed the wheel and started the car moving so the police cars passed them, and he pulled over with the police and gunmen behind them now.
He twisted in his seat. “One just hit a guy. Payback.”
She winced.
“They’re taking care of it.” He covered her shaky hand with his. “We’re good. We’re safe.”
Kenna wasn’t so sure about that.
Chapter Fifteen
Somewhere over Norway
The entire aircraft shuddered under him. Ramon grabbed the seat handles, while the rest of the guys held their drinks up so they wouldn’t spill and continued their conversation like nothing had happened.
Bear, sitting opposite him, eyed Ramon. “Not a comfortable flier?”
“I’m fine.” Ramon managed to bite out the words. Pretty sure he could keep from puking if he had to.
Bear said, “You square on what we’re doing?”
Ramon understood well enough, he was just surprised no one cared he was coming with them. Or they didn’t care that he was going to report back to Kenna what they were doing at some point. Probably once they’d actually achieved more than kidnapping a janitor. “I don’t get how we went from a guy with no fingerprints to a town in Norway that’s supposed to have theDominatusaccountant in it. The rest of it, I have it straight.”
He needed Bear to explain it all over again, but only so that Ramon could listen and focus on not freaking out.
The plane shook again with the turbulence that came from traveling over mountain peaks, through changes in air temperature and pressure.
“The janitor has no name,” Bear said. “Not even Hazel could find out who he is. With burned off fingerprints and no way to access any dental records, given those are private, we took blood samples and did some genetic testing.”
“And it came back positive for Norway?”
Bear smiled slightly. “Kind of.” He shrugged one shoulder. “The World Health Organization has been doing a study on herd immunity in Norway and discovered a group of people with a unique genetic code that protects them from getting things like chicken pox and measles. They all live in the town of Vinterdal, up in the mountains. The terrain is sufficient that it necessitates parachuting in.”
“Great.”
Bear seemed to find that amusing.
“But it’s only interesting in the sense thatDominatushas likely been testing and doing research on these people for generations, and this is the result. But it doesn’t mean this is where their accountant lives.”
Bear nodded. “You’re right that they are likely guinea pigs in a larger experiment. But the results drew some notice, and their genetic code ended up as a matter of public record. So, when we ran the janitor’s DNA, we got a hit with the people in this town.”
“It’s a reach from there to the accountant.”
“Not if they’re brothers.”
