Page 85 of Her Captivated Hero

Hunter grunted as his phone rang, and he jerked open his jacket.

“She’s cut open one of the gel packs, Gray,” Dex said.

Gray felt sweat start to form at the base of his spine at Dex’s words. He kept staring at Hunter to see if there was any word on Griff.

“Got it. Wyatt will find it. We’re on our way.”

“Well?” Wyatt asked from the couch as he leaned over his laptop.

“He’s at Heritage Park,” Hunter answered.

“Couldn’t he narrow it down a bit?” Wyatt asked sarcastically.

“Yeah, he said a cricket pitch. And, because he knew you’d ask, think a cross between a pitcher’s mound and lawn bowling,” Hunter threw back at him.

“Finish your story, Hunter.” Gray demanded.

“Okay, but remember, Griff’s Arabic is better than mine. I’ve got one guy down, I don’t want to shoot because I don’t know how fragile that damn canister is. So as I’m dispatching my guy and waiting for Griff, the two others are yelling. One is saying not to go against the King’s orders. The other is saying the Prince wants them all dead. The one who’s on the side of the King grabs the canister and I grab him.”

“Found it. I can give you directions,” Wyatt interrupted.

“Then what happened, Hunter?” Gray asked. He was beginning to understand, and it was scaring the ever loving hell out of him.

“The guy who was babbling about killing them all for the Prince grabs a rope and goes over the side of the building. Gray, he was scaring the fuck out of me. It didn’t sound like the plan.”

“Nope, sure didn’t,” Gray agreed.

“I yelled at Griff that I had the canister,” Hunter said. “I told him to follow that fucker, and keep him breathing.”

“Good plan,” Gray agreed. Hunter gave him a long look.

“Is it as bad as I think it is?” Wyatt asked.

Hunter and Gray looked at the younger man. Each of their faces was grim.

“She’s got the samples in the spinning thing. I think it’s a centrifuge,” Dex said.

Gray walked swiftly to stand next to Dex. He laid his hands against the first plastic door separating him from the woman he loved. What could he tell her? What did he really know? He watched her precise movements as she wrote something down in that dog-eared notebook. His heart was breaking for that poor family.