“I need at least three.”
“You’ve got one.”
Mac forced a laugh. “You’re delusional if you think I can get two million dollars in cash put together that quickly. It’ll take me an hour just to get to you from where I am.”
Closer to thirty minutes, but the asshole may not know that.
“If anyone can pull this off, it’s you.”
Mac ground her teeth and kept trying. “It’s eleven o’clock at night. The banks are closed.”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Abigail,” the mechanical voice sounded agitated. “Remember, I know you better than that. I know you have the cash stored away someplace safe. I’m tired of this little dance. I’ll give you an hour and a half, not a minute longer. Bring the two million in cash, or you say goodbye to your partner.”
Sean wasn’t only her partner. He was the man she loved. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to save him, including giving herself up so he could live.
With no other option, she said, “Fine. I’ll be there. But I want a picture of Sean before we hang up. That way I know what sort of condition he’s in right now. If he’s hurt any more than he already is by the time I get there, you won’t see a fucking dime.”
The man laughed. “You always were strong-willed. Good to see some things never change.”
Within seconds, her phone dinged and she knew he’d sent the picture.
“There. Remember, ninety minutes. A second longer, he’s dead.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Oh, and Abigail. In case it wasn’t implied, you’re to come alone. I even suspect there’s anyone else there with you, this plan will be dead in the water…along with you and your boyfriend.”
The man ended the call. Dizzy with unthinkable fear, Mac opened the picture of Coop. She nearly collapsed.
Oh, god.
Sean was sitting in a chair, his hands bound behind his back. It was clear he’d been beaten, for no other reason than to makehersuffer.
Mac showed the picture to her two teammates. “We need to get that money, now.”
Both men let loose with several, low curses.
“Bastard was tellin’ the truth.” Derek showed them the map on his screen. “The call came from the location he gave.”
“Let’s go.” Mac headed for Coop’s truck. “I’ll take this. You two can follow. Derek, you should ride with Trevor so you can do your thing on the ride there.”
“My thing?”
“Figure out the building’s layout, possible blind spots, all that stuff.”
Trevor caught up to her. “Mac, wait.”
She didn’t. “I’ll get the money, and then I’m going in and getting Coop the hell out of there.”
“Whoa. Hold up a second.” Derek’s drawl was thicker than normal. “There’s no way we’re lettin’ you go in there by yourself.”
“We don’t have a choice. You heard what he said.” Mac reached for the driver’s door handle. “He sees anyone else, Coop’s dead.”
“You go in alone, you’re both dead, and you know it.”
“It’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
Derek’s voice became stern. “Well, we’re not.”
