Because—unfortunately for Angela—the fist the man swung out was the one with the knife.
Bright red appears on her blouse, starts spreading out, soaking into the material.
She staggers back a pace, falls to a knee, her eyes going wide in shock.
But I barely have the chance to absorb what’s happened.
Because the door room slams open…
And people stream into the room.
Forty-Six
Jean-Michel
The elevator opens,and my intention of meeting Pascal’s man down here while we deliberately search every hall and room disappears in a heartbeat.
Because there are people fuckingeverywhere.
Staff huddled in the hallway looking unnerved.
Players from both teams mostly dressed, some without their shoulder pads, jerseys, or helmets. Others fully dressed, minus their skates.
But all looked freaked the fuck out.
All except for the men and women in navy jackets emblazoned with large yellow letters spelling out FBI on their backs. They’re serious, expressions wiped clean, as though they’re dealing with some heavy shit.
Fuck.
Now the terror has grippedme.
This is like that night I found Chrissy gone all those years ago, when I received the ransom note, when I first met Pascal and he bypassed the bullshit the police were pulling about her being a teenager and not yet missing for twenty-four hours.
They refused to look for her.
But Pascal had found her.
Had brought her home safe.
And while I waited, the expressions on the faces of those around me…
They’d looked just like this.
Panic slicing my insides to ribbons, I spin, gaze searching, mind spinning.
Cam Jackson, one of my players, comes close, voice quiet even as he towers over me in his skates. “You need to come with me,” he mutters.
A look up at his face is all it takes for me to nod and follow him when he turns and walks down the hall.
Away from the flurry of activity.
I clench my teeth together, shove down the instincts telling me that I need to go back the other way, to demand to know what’s happening.
Turns out that the answers I’m seeking aren’t out there.
They’re inhere.
Because when Cam pushes a door wide, holding it for me to walk through, I see Athena Phillips, the FBI agent that Marie has been working with and Cam’s girlfriend, standing inside the office.
