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Story: One More Chance
Bile rose in her throat, and she swallowed it back down.
“It might be time to call in the FBI. Tell them what we know.” Ramon glanced over, then focused back on the road. “If we tell them where the front door is, maybe they can distract the doctor while we sneak in the back. That could work, right?”
“That’s a pretty good idea.”
“That’s why you keep me around. For mypretty goodideas.” Ramon gently shoved her knee. “Make the call.”
He wasn’t giving her much choice except to do as he said, but that was exactly what she needed. A team who had her back. People she cared for, who cared for her, and who were here to help her get her husband back.
“Okay, I’ll call them.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ramon cinched up the straps of her bulletproof vest—the one Jax had her wear when they went into the house that blew. “You’ll be no good to anyone if you get yourself killed.”
She stared up at him. “Are you really going to let that happen?”
“Then I guess we’ll both be fine.” His eager-to-go expression turned a bit wistful.
Bruce came around the hood of his car. “You two are watching each other’s backs. I guess that means I’m on my own.”
“Sure,” Kenna said. “That’s how this works.”
She grabbed the rifle from the back seat and put the strap over her head so she didn’t have to hold it. An old tactic to save the strength of her arms. She didn’t exactly need it right now, but old habits and all that.
“Let’s go.” She slammed the rear door and led the way through the trees toward the spot that One had told them about.
The FBI was going to storm the front door, most likely because she might have inferred but not explicitly stated that Jax was being held in the silo. They’d drawn their own conclusions and needed to be part of this entire case and the takedown. Afterall, they had the hard drive of evidence and the letter written to resolve the cold case.
Kenna was simply going to enter—hopefully, by the rear door—do what she needed to do and stay out of the FBI’s way.
Her phone vibrated with a call from Maizie. She answered it with, “Ready?”
“The program is finished. It’ll calculate how you move in space and time and overlay that on a three-dimensional rendering of the schematic.”
“You’re a genius, Maze.”
“It’s downloading to your phone now. And by the way, this place is huge. It could take you hours to search.”
Kenna stopped where she’d be able to see…whatever was here. She crouched behind a dry bush of mostly branches but with some green to it, getting poked because she needed to see far enough. Stars stretched overhead. Something skittered in the dirt, moving past her.
“That better not be a snake.”
Maizie laughed. “What?”
“Arizona is great, by the way. I love the desert.”
Beside her, Ramon said, “Mentirosa.”
“Liar.” Maizie laughed some more.
“You guys are just trying to distract me.”
Bruce squatted over on the other side of the bush. “Seems like you distract yourself just fine.”
Kenna needed to get this night over with, but she also couldn’t rush into any of it. Doing that would only mean she missed something that could be important, and perhaps that would put someone’s life in danger.
“Ramon, go see if it’s a door.” She nudged him.
“It might be time to call in the FBI. Tell them what we know.” Ramon glanced over, then focused back on the road. “If we tell them where the front door is, maybe they can distract the doctor while we sneak in the back. That could work, right?”
“That’s a pretty good idea.”
“That’s why you keep me around. For mypretty goodideas.” Ramon gently shoved her knee. “Make the call.”
He wasn’t giving her much choice except to do as he said, but that was exactly what she needed. A team who had her back. People she cared for, who cared for her, and who were here to help her get her husband back.
“Okay, I’ll call them.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ramon cinched up the straps of her bulletproof vest—the one Jax had her wear when they went into the house that blew. “You’ll be no good to anyone if you get yourself killed.”
She stared up at him. “Are you really going to let that happen?”
“Then I guess we’ll both be fine.” His eager-to-go expression turned a bit wistful.
Bruce came around the hood of his car. “You two are watching each other’s backs. I guess that means I’m on my own.”
“Sure,” Kenna said. “That’s how this works.”
She grabbed the rifle from the back seat and put the strap over her head so she didn’t have to hold it. An old tactic to save the strength of her arms. She didn’t exactly need it right now, but old habits and all that.
“Let’s go.” She slammed the rear door and led the way through the trees toward the spot that One had told them about.
The FBI was going to storm the front door, most likely because she might have inferred but not explicitly stated that Jax was being held in the silo. They’d drawn their own conclusions and needed to be part of this entire case and the takedown. Afterall, they had the hard drive of evidence and the letter written to resolve the cold case.
Kenna was simply going to enter—hopefully, by the rear door—do what she needed to do and stay out of the FBI’s way.
Her phone vibrated with a call from Maizie. She answered it with, “Ready?”
“The program is finished. It’ll calculate how you move in space and time and overlay that on a three-dimensional rendering of the schematic.”
“You’re a genius, Maze.”
“It’s downloading to your phone now. And by the way, this place is huge. It could take you hours to search.”
Kenna stopped where she’d be able to see…whatever was here. She crouched behind a dry bush of mostly branches but with some green to it, getting poked because she needed to see far enough. Stars stretched overhead. Something skittered in the dirt, moving past her.
“That better not be a snake.”
Maizie laughed. “What?”
“Arizona is great, by the way. I love the desert.”
Beside her, Ramon said, “Mentirosa.”
“Liar.” Maizie laughed some more.
“You guys are just trying to distract me.”
Bruce squatted over on the other side of the bush. “Seems like you distract yourself just fine.”
Kenna needed to get this night over with, but she also couldn’t rush into any of it. Doing that would only mean she missed something that could be important, and perhaps that would put someone’s life in danger.
“Ramon, go see if it’s a door.” She nudged him.
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