Page 79 of Remington’s Mate

There was a crackle of a staticky reply, and then Sutcliffe said, “What about the Harris bitch? Was she with him?”

Remy’s insides froze solid. Jaeda. Somehow they’d gotten Jaeda, too.

Sutcliffe slammed down the walkie-talkie and glared straight ahead of him, his face a mottled red and his eyes glittering with fury.

That was nothing to how he was going to feel when Remy flew in there and beat him until he told where he’d hidden Remy’s brother and his mate.

Getting out of the abandoned lab was not as easy as Jaeda had hoped it would be. The door was solid steel, with no keyhole on the inside.

“If I could shift, I might be able to tear it off its hinges,” Colt said. “But I still can’t fucking find my leopard.”

“It’s not your fault,” Jaeda said. “There has to be another way.”

“Not unless Remy and the others get here before Sutcliffe blows this place all to hell. And they don’t have much more time.”

At that moment, they heard the clank of a key in the door. They automatically split—Colt on the side where the door was going to open, where he could take out the first person to come inside. Jaeda on the other side, so she could come around from behind the door and get the next person.

The door swung open and Colt grabbed the first guy through, wrapping his arm around his neck in a chokehold and grabbing the gun from his holster.

There was no second guy. And when she saw the first one, Jaeda said, “Colt! Don’t hurt him!”

It was Fernandez.

He didn’t fight. He just gasped, “What the fuck are you doing in here, McCall? They saw you outside.”

Colt’s eyes met Jaeda’s, and hope surged inside her. Remy had found them. He was here. “Maybe they saw my evil twin,” Colt said. “What are you doing here?”

“Letting her go.” He pointed at Jaeda.

Colt raised his eyebrows at Jaeda. “Do we believe him?”

“Actually, I think so.”

Colt released Fernandez, but kept him covered with the gun.

“Look,” Fernandez said to Jaeda. “I haven’t been working for Sutcliffe long. I didn’t know what he’s like. I may be a guy with flexible ethics, if you know what I mean, but cold-blooded murder’s a whole different thing. And you’re a nice girl. He should have left you alone.”

“But you’re okay with killing me?” Colt said.

Fernandez shrugged. “Not really, but you’re a criminal like Sutcliffe. She’s the one who really doesn’t deserve it. Plus, I kind of have a thing for Pop-Tarts.”

“Lucky for us,” Jaeda said. “Can you get us out?”

“I think so,” said Fernandez. “Especially if there’s help coming from the evil twin.”

Remy rose into the air and dive-bombed the gatehouse, backwinging and Changing just before he hit the window. He crashed feet-first through the glass and landed right on Sutcliffe, shoving the radio detonator away from him. It skittered off the desktop and landed in the corner of the room.

Remy took out the first guard with an elbow to the throat and the second with a roundhouse kick to the head. Then he was back on Sutcliffe, his hands at his throat.

“Where are they?”

“Who?”

“My brother. And Jaeda.”

Sutcliffe stared at him. “Your brother?” Then he started laughing maniacally. “There’s two of you? Hell. Then he’s still in there. And you’ll never find them in time.”

Remy punched Sutcliffe’s evil face and went for the radio control. “I have plenty of time.”