“Gracie,” Jake addressed her directly.
Nervous for a whole other reason, she looked at her boss. “Yes?”
“Are you sure you’re okay? Matt’s Bravo Team’s medic. He can check you out.”
“I’m fine, Jake.” She glanced around the table at the others. “Really. I have a small headache, and I’m sore. Other than that, I’m good.”
“If you start to feel worse or have any dizziness or nausea, let one of us know right away,” Jake ordered kindly.
“Yes, sir. I will.”
Moving on, Jake took a deep breath and dove in. “I know this has already been a long and eventful day for everyone, but given the turn of events, we need to have a game plan in place before we leave.”
With the remote in his hand, Jake turned on the interactive board and looked at Nate and Kole.
“While you two were giving your statement to Detective West, Gabe and I went through the video feed from the building’s external security cameras. Because the driver remained inside the van and was wearing a hat and sunglasses, we couldn’t get a clear picture of his face for identification.”
“It’s the man from my apartment.”
All eyes went to Gracie.
“I-I recognized his voice when I heard him shouting at the other guy,” she explained.
“What did he say?” Nate asked from beside her.
“He told the man who had ahold of me not to worry about the lawyer and just get me into the van.”
Sarah gasped, and Gracie reached for her sister’s hand. Kole nearly lost it.
“They were after Sarah, too? What the fuck?”
“Gracie, how sure are you that the man behind the wheel was the same one you saw in your apartment?”
Lifting her chin, Gracie straightened her shoulders. “I’d stake my life on it.”
At this point, she pretty much was.
“Okay.” Jake took her word for it. “So, we know the driver was Achim Akmar.”
Though, fearful of the answer, Gracie asked, “W-who is he?”
“I’ll fill you in later,” Nate offered.
Jake continued. “Thanks to Gracie’s admirable attempt at fighting off the second assailant, our facial rec software was able to find a match.”
The man who’d hit her appeared on the screen, causing a shiver to race down her spine once more. Noticing this, Nate reached over and gave her forearm a light squeeze. Thankful he was there, she gave him a small smile and covered his hand with hers.
“Fucking hell,” Matt growled from across the table.
Looking to his teammate, Nate asked, “Who is he?”
“Adrian Walker.”
“Thought you might recognize him, Turner.” Jake commented.
Matt began to rub the back of his neck. “Unfortunately.”
“Since you’re familiar with Walker, why don’t you go ahead and share what you know.”
