Page 29 of Burning Justice

One of the agents rammed the door open, and they all raced inside.

Raine sucked in a breath.

“Will your grandfather comply, or will he fight them?”

She shook her head, and a tear fell.

“Who gave you the note for me?”

Kane said, “What note?”

She would show him later, but right now she needed information. And she needed to get the copied hard drive somewhere the FBI wasn’t going to find it in her possession.

Raine said, “Grandfather gave it to me. He said he was glad you came, and that he’d been asked to give it to you.”

“We should get in the car and go.” Kane looked around. “I’m not waiting around for Elias to see us.”

They all ducked into the SUV, and Saxon drove down the street. He weaved around the FBI vehicles, ignoring when he was flagged down to stop.

Saxon nodded to the agent, then hit the gas and sped away. “We’ve got bigger problems than the FBI being mad at us if Elias is here.”

“He’ll be in custody by tonight.”

Kane sounded like he almost believed that.

Maria glanced at Raine on the other side of the back seat, then said to the two guys in front, “You think he isn’t able to dodge FBI custody? He hasn’t come this far to get snatched up by the Feds with no way to get free. Rio won’t know how he ties into it, so he’ll just talk his way out of it.”

What they needed was to come back and follow Elias to see where he went. Surely he would lead them to the canister. A guy like that wasn’t going to leave it to someone else to carry out the plan.

That had to be why he’d come here himself.

Kane figured Sanchez was right enough about that. No way would Elias end up in a jail cell tonight.

But there was a risk they might.

Or at least that Rio might not share any more information with them. Probably they’d be shut out of the investigation from here on out.

Not that it mattered.

Far as he knew, dead people couldn’t be confidential informants.

Saxon pulled onto the highway. He had that edge to him he got sometimes—usually when there was a traitor nearby. Or when he was about to flip things around and take a stand.

Kane shifted far enough in the seat that he could draw his weapon, hoping he didn’t need it for whatever was about to happen.

Half a mile later, on a quiet stretch of winding highway, Saxon hit the brakes and pulled over.

He got out, so Kane did the same.

Saxon opened the back door and tugged out Raine.

She sputtered and yelped, but Kane knew Saxon had no intention of hurting her.

Saxon walked her to the back of the SUV and backed her up to the rear door. “Talk.”

“Or what?” Raine yelled. “Are you going to drag me around some more? Or walk me into those woods and shoot me in the head?”

She didn’t seem scared of them, but she was hiding something.