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“For what?”

“Almost getting you killed . . . again.”

The emotion on his face nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Blake took her hand. “None of this is on you, and we are going to figure this out. Because I’m done with this.”

Her heart kicked.

“This?”

He swallowed hard. “I’m done thinking I’m going to lose you. You’ve made it this far, Dev. You’re still here, and I’m going to make damn sure you stay that way.”

She wanted to believe him. God, how she wanted to believe him. But someone had found her here, in D.C.

Whoever it was, they somehow knew exactly where to look. And until they figured out who that person was, Devon wasn’t sure she’d ever feel completely safe again.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The following morning . . .

“Tell me we got something.”

Blake entered Echo Team’s conference room carrying a large cup of coffee and a headache that had nothing to do with caffeine.

Draven glanced up from his laptop while Emmett’s focus remained on his own computer.

“Good morning to you, too, sunshine,” Draven drawled.

“Not today, Brown.”

“Straight down to business, I see.” The other man nodded. “Well, in keeping with that spirit . . .” Draven smiled. “We got something.”

Finally.

“What is it?” Blake dropped into the chair to Draven’s left.

“See for yourself.” Draven motioned to the monitor in front of them.

A grainy image of a dark SUV filled the screen.

His pulse kicked. “Where’d you get this?”

“Bank security camera across the street. Lincoln’s people collected the footage last night, and he sent it over first thing this morning.”

“A bank near the restaurant?” Blake leaned in closer.

But Draven was already shaking his head. “From here,” he clarified. “They parked across the street from this building.”

They were here?

Blake studied the vehicle in the image. Even through the grainy image, he could make out a long dent along the passenger side of the rear bumper.

“Son of a⁠—”

“Yeah,” Emmett cut Blake’s angry growl short. “That was pretty much the reaction I had, too.”

“Can you enlarge it?”