Smashed between his body and the floor, she covered her head.“What’s happening?”
“Stay.”He tucked her against the couch and grabbed the Glock attached to the underside of the coffee table.“Move with me.”He directed her into the windowless hallway.“Do not move from this spot.”He checked the mag in the Glock and pressed it into her palm.“Do you know how to use this?”
“Callum—”
“Grace.Yes or no?”
“I think so.”She kept her chin high even as fear trembled in her eyes.
His phone kept ringing.“Six bullets in the magazine.One in the chamber.It’ll automatically rechamber.Pull the trigger if anyone but me comes toward you.”He turned before she could protest.
Callum remained low and moved near another window overlooking the backyard.Nothing.His phone continued to ring, and he pulled it from his pocket.Headquarters lit up the screen.“Yeah,” he answered.
“One shooter.Coming from the northwest.No visual ID,” Dean relayed.“Correction.Two heat signatures.One on each side.”
Callum opened the gun safe and removed a twelve-gauge and an assault rifle.He walked by Grace.“Doing great.Stay put.”
“Good thing you didn’t disable the exterior cameras as well,” Dean grumbled.“They’re closing in on the perimeter.Smart use of the tree line.Closing ground quickly.”
“That was a hell of a shot,” Callum muttered, pressing against the living room wall.He skirted the shelves and the flat screen.“How the fuck didn’t we know someone breached the property?”
“If I had eyes on you right now, I could tell you where to position.”
That wasn’t an explanation.Callum snagged the dish towels off the cameras around the room.“Update.”
“Move to the window left of the kitchen table.Rear shooter’s moving fast.Got eyes on him?”
He spotted the man armed with an MP7.“Yeah.Who are they?”
“Fuck if I know.I patched Gage in.Viv will be on in a moment.”
“You got eyes on the target?”Gage demanded.
“Affirmative.”
“You’re green to take the shot, Hale.”
The man slowed and scanned the house, lifted his weapon, and—
Callum pulled the trigger first.
Grace screamed.
The tango dropped.
“Shooter one.Down.Update on man two?”Callum demanded.
“Drop down and to your right.”
Callum dove.Bullets sprayed through the front door and shattered the windows.
“Callum!”Grace yelled.
“Stay down!”He moved into position and zeroed in on his target.“We’re halfway over with this, Grace.Doing great.”The operative moved like special forces, smooth and efficient, and posted behind the bed of Callum’s pickup.“Any intel on these fuckers?”
Behind the tailgate, the target didn’t give Callum or Dean anything to work with.Still, he wanted answers.
“You’ll know soon as I know,” Dean said.
