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He had a feeling Hammer or Vince might’ve come in handy right about now, but their presence here would have meant more innocents in danger. Could he get to the gun before this guy hit him with a bullet?

It was much too far, at least four feet away.

Diving would leave him short of grasping the pistol Saxon had given him, making it worthless. At least the guy wouldn’t ever know it had all been for nothing.

Grief wrapped steel bindings around his chest.

Logan gasped.

Snatch came over, stomping to Logan, where he kicked him in the stomach. Payback, probably. Logan doubled over. Both hands planted on the ground. He coughed and sucked in air.Ouch.The guy had kicked him right on the bullet graze on his side.

What he needed right now was a way of escape.

Seemed like that was the kind of business God was about.Help us, Lord.

“You were at the compound,” Snatch yelled at him, even though he was standing over Logan. “What did you do to the files?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“So it was her?” Snatch pointed at Jamie, intent clear on his face. “Guess we’ll find out when she wakes up.”

One of the other guys sneered.

“None of you are going to touch her!” Logan yelled at them. His voice rang in the clearing, its backdrop of trees cutting them off from the rest of the world. Making these guys feel like no one would witness what they were doing. As if they could commit any crime, do whatever they wanted for their own ends, and no one would see it.

And yet Logan would witness it all.

His chest rose and fell, his hands still up. His knees on the ground. Three against one.

“Tell me,” Snatch said. “What did you see at the compound?”

Logan’s mind was still on the clearing and the trees that surrounded it. He thought back to the files. “We have no idea what your plan is, assuming you even have a plan.”

He glanced at Jamie.

Still unconscious.

She’d written those numbers on the map on the wall in the mess hall. Marked locations. Even with that, he was pretty sure she had no idea what it meant. She’d seen it as a puzzle to solve. Probably because everything else going on was too much to comprehend—all the running and shooting.

Getting kidnapped.

Now this.

“Easy for you to say,” Snatch said. “But is it the truth?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Logan needed to talk him down. “If something got out, wouldn’t you know by now? Surely this place would be swarming with cops or the ATF or something.” He looked around under the guise of checking for hiding federal agents.

His brother-in-law would come in pretty handy right about now.

Snatch walked behind the guy holding that gun on Logan. He swiped up his knife off the ground—a big ugly thing probably designed for hunting.

What was he going to do with it?

Logan fought against the shudder, not wanting to find out.

“Get them up. We’re going to catch up with the others.” Snatch watched while one guy lifted Jamie over his shoulder like she weighed no more than a sack of potatoes.

The one with the gun motioned with it. “Stand up.”