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I didn’t have to tell her. I was pretty sure she could see the answer on my face. She paled as she faced forward. “Go to Noelle.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I jerked the wheel at the next wheel, taking a hard right. “Call your parents. Tell them to get out of the house. Leave everything behind. Go on foot and cut through their neighbors’ yards until they get to the police station. Tell them to get inside and wait for me.”
“Dad’s gonna love that,” she muttered before she called them.
I hit the gas, focusing on traffic as I shot across town to Noelle’s place. I didn’t know what I was going to find, but considering that Wyatt hadn’t called back, I knew it wouldn’t be good. I just hoped Wyatt had managed to keep them alive until I could get to them.
“There!” Holly shouted, pointing out her window as we shot past an alley. They had two men chasing them, but that wasn’t the most worrying thing. I turned down the next street, and then took another hard right, hitting the gas immediately.
“Brace!”
I slammed on the brakes, shifting into park. Then I flung the door open and was out of the truck seconds later. Noelle and Wyatt raced toward me, his shirt soaked in blood. His eyes widened as he saw me run around the front of the truck and aim at the men chasing him. He grabbed Noelle by the arm, pulling her from the mouth of the alley to the side just as I fired the first shot.
I pulled the trigger over and over, taking out two more targets before retreating quickly and getting back in the truck. Wyatt was already in the back with Noelle, breathing hard as she pressed her hand to his side.
“You okay?” I asked as I hit the gas and headed for the police station.
“Peachy,” he grunted. “Can’t say it’s been a dull day.”
“Bet you never thought you’d have so much fun as a mechanic,” I muttered.
I grabbed the phone from the console and dialed a number I thought I’d never use again. We had somewhat of a love/hate relationship from the moment we met. Things hadn’t exactly gone the way either of us planned.
I cut out into traffic, nearly hitting two vehicles as I punched it, flying through an intersection to get to the next pick up. I couldn’t waste time. I had no idea if Holly’s parents made it to the location I gave them or not.
“Why, Asher. I was wondering when you were gonna grace me with your?—”
“Scottie, I need a ride and fast!” I shouted, taking a corner faster than I planned, nearly tipping the truck over. “And a medic.”
“You don’t ask for much, do you?”
“I’m serious right now. Whatever the hell you got me into, I’ve got tangos all over me. Get me the hell out of here!”
“And where is here?”
“You know where!”
“Yeah, I do,” he grumbled. “And let me tell you, I’m not too fucking happy about it. You remember what happened the last time we were there.”
“Scottie, now’s not the time to reminisce. How soon can you get here?”
“I gotta get fueled up and cleared. Grab FNG?—”
“Scottie!” I shouted. “Just give me a fucking ETA!”
“Two and a half hours—give or take.”
“Make it two hours. No more. Get me an extraction point.”
“I’ll send coordinates, but I will not fly over any mountains under any circumstances. You, me, and Colorado really don’t get along.”
“Scottie, we’re not in the same fucking area.”
“Yeah, like that really matters,” he snorted.