She just couldn't imagine how much interaction they had.
Is that the reason that Daryl seemed to know how to make her life so restrictive?
Daryl walked toward her and Seaton felt her gaze fall to the gun in his hand. He was holding it out, steady and pointed at her chest.
She wondered if this was how her life was going to end.
"Are you coming with me, Seaton?"
She wasn't sure she could actually answer.
It wasn't just her life and safety in jeopardy here. Yun was standing beside her.
A knock at the window turned all of their heads.
CADDO
When he saw Duval lifting his hand to knock on the window, Sam felt her heart squeeze in his chest.
He knew that Duval was a member of SWAT, but he hadn't heard much about him as a negotiator.
Sam looked at Hayden standing beside him. "He's got this, right?"
Hayden didn't quite smile, Sam understood that there wasn't much to smile about at the moment. "He's got more experience in situations like this than anyone else on scene." She turned to look at him, her eyes oddly calm. "He'll get her out. We're lucky he was nearby when the call came in."
Someone touched his arm and Sam turned.
Chloe had a death grip on his arm. "Caddo! What are you doing here?"
"I came from the fire."
Chloe looked back over his shoulder. "Where was it?"
He looked at her and when she met his gaze, he swallowed. "Seaton's house. Someone set fire to it."
Chloe turned back to look at the diner. "It's got to be connected. Seaton's house burns down and her asshole ex shows up?"
Sam nodded. "That's what I'm afraid off."
Hayden shook her head. "Love can be wonderful, but it can also be toxic."
Sam lowered his head. He remembered what happened to Hayden's husband, Boone. People didn't even need to be in a relationship with someone for the other person to go absolutely nuts and come after them.
There was a ripple of voices through the gathered onlookers and Sam leaned forward, narrowing his gaze on the situation ahead.
Duval was still standing at the window, the lower half of his body obscured by the wall. They all saw him unholster his weapon and slip it into the back of his pants.
His movements were furtive and it was likely that no one inside knew that he was doing it.
Then he stepped up in front of the door so that he was visible from head to boot.
He put up his hands and Sam held his breath, hoping that Seaton's ex wouldn't make him turn around to show his back.
Sam held his breath as Duval turned slightly to the side showing the empty holster at his hip.
He was almost starved for oxygen when Duval undid the Velcro straps of his Kevlar vest and pulled it off of his body.
Everyone there knew what this could mean.
