“No.”
“Then you’re okay.”He drew a deep breath and let the punch of adrenaline retreat.He eased off the gas pedal.The truck slowed to the speed limit.
Panting, she twisted in her seat to check behind them.
“No one’s following us.Put your seatbelt on.”
“Theyblew upthe house.”
“Yeah.Yeah, they did.”He pulled at his hair, then fished his phone out of his pocket and swiped the screen.Vivian picked up Dean’s line.“Is Grace okay?”
“We’re fine.I have pics for Dean.”
“I don’t know about fine, but alive,” Grace muttered.
“I’m here,” Dean announced.“Send them to me.”
“Why would Dominic do this?”Grace demanded.“What—”
“It’s not him,” Dean interrupted.
Callum handed Grace his phone.“Don’t look at them, but I need you to send pictures to Dean.”After instructing her on how to securely send them, he waited.“Got them?”
“Yeah.Running him through our systems now.”
“The sooner I meet with the attorneys, the sooner this ends,” Grace said.“Right?”
“Maybe.”Callum checked his mirrors and the windows.No tails.No fucking helicopters.“What do you know about the bird?”
“Not much yet,” Dean admitted.
Callum tried to understand all the angles.How could Dean, of all people, not have every detail on that helicopter?His molars ground.“How’s that possible?”
“They stealth masked the transponder.They had to have been skimming the treetops.They’re so low they’re off the grid.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“He’s working on it,” Gage growled, having joined the conversation.“No one likes what’s going on.”
“Why would someone else be trying to kill me?”Grace wanted to know.
“Someone doesn’t want you meeting with those attorneys.”
Vivian, Gage, and Dean discussed sending a cleanup team and managing the burning house.The last thing they needed in the August heat was a forest fire.
He glanced at Grace.Anger poured out of him.None of this felt right.“The question no one is asking is how the hell the safe house was targeted.”
“Yeah, we’re asking it all right,” Vivian muttered.“If I had an answer, you’d know it already.”
“Somewhere, there’s a leak,” Dean added.“I’m being outmaneuvered.Trust me, I’ll find it.”
Trust Dean?At this point, Callum wasn’t sure he even trusted Gage and Viv.But there weren’t many options, and he needed to stop second-guessing.
He checked on Grace again.Someone had tried to blow her up.Any minute now, that was going to kick in, surpass her anger and confusion, and she was going to freak out.“You know I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“You could have been hurt back there as well.”
He lifted a shoulder.“I’m not concerned—”
