Taylor’s body hummed with nerves and she put a hand on Matt’s arm to stop him. “He’s only using his right hand, Matt.”
Glaw held his left arm close to his body, a definite hump showing under his jacket.
“By golly, you might just be right, Agent Sinclair.”
Matt reached under his seat, grabbed a .45 that was tucked into a holster and slipped it on his belt.
“Be careful,” she said as he shut the door on her.
The humming in her system ratcheted up a notch. She didn’t like sitting in the car. Hated it, in fact. This was no doubt the guy who’d attacked her. What if he had a gun under that jacket?
Glaw was halfway up the stairs to his place when he stopped, set the bag down, and yanked out his cell phone. Matt was just hitting the sidewalk and slowed as the man checked the screen.
Bag forgotten, Glaw turned and went hauling back down the stairs, pocketing his phone once more. Matt picked up his pace, hailing the man with a wave. “Dwayne Glaw?”
Glaw glanced Matt’s way, startled, then jumped into his truck.
Taylor threw her door open and started running as the taillights came to life and the truck took off.
Matt gave chase for a second, managing to bang a hand on the tailgate, but there was no way to catch the truck.
“Shoot the tires!” Taylor yelled, going for her personal backup weapon.
Matt turned, giving her a pointed look as he sprinted back toward her and motioned wildly. “Get back in the car.”
What?But this was his gig as much as hers, so she did. As they peeled away from the oak tree and started to follow, she asked, “Why didn’t you shoot the tires and stop him?”
Her phone was buzzing. It was Grey.
Matt skidded around the corner. “I’m not gonna shoot up this street, Taylor.”
She had to hang onto the door handle,. “He’s a killer!”
“Yeah, but I’m not a cop anymore and he didn’t threaten me. What reason do I have to open fire?”
Another buzz and Taylor answered. “We’re in pursuit of Dwayne. What’s up?”
His voice was tight. “Mitch and Caroline are in trouble.”
“How do you know?”
“They were wired. Their covers are blown. I need you and Matt to get to them asap.”
Frustration screamed through Taylor. “But…but…” But nothing. Mitch and Caroline came first, even if it meant losing Glaw. “Yes, sir. We’ll divert and get to Rosalind’s right now.”
“She told them to meet her at a different location. A new construction building outside of town where she supposedly leased office space last week. I’m texting you the address now. I’ll meet you there, but it will take me longer to get there than it will for you. You’re only a mile from the site. I’m all the way across town.”
Matt was giving her awhat the fucklook. She put Grey on speakerphone and held the phone between them so he could hear. “You think Mitch and Caroline are in danger?”
The text with the address appeared on her screen and Taylor hit the link for Google Maps. Grey was right. They were only blocks away.
“Would I be calling you if I didn’t?” Grey asked.
She showed the pulsing red pinpoint on the screen to Matt and he nodded.
“This is Mitch and Caroline,” Taylor said to Grey. “They know how to handle themselves. Is there something you’re not telling us?”
Grey’s car roared to life in the background. “Rosalind knocked Mitch out and has a gun on Caroline. We’re code red at this point, people.”
