Page 14 of Tag (The Golden Team #9)

I didn’t look back.

The hallway reeked of piss and bleach. My boots moved silently across the floor as I neared the north wall.

One door. Steel. Reinforced. A sliding bolt on the outside.

I heard voices behind it.

A man laughing. Something thumped hard against the wall.

A whimper followed.

I lifted the bolt slowly, heart pounding. My Glock was steady in my hand, safety off.

I kicked the door in.

The man was already moving toward the girl on the floor—Kaylie. She was bruised, bleeding, but alive.

“Don’t.” My voice came out like a growl, low and lethal.

He turned, sneering—underestimating me.

Big mistake.

He lunged. I fired.

Once in the leg. He went down screaming.

I crossed the room and grabbed Kaylie, pulling her up into my arms.

“I got you,” I whispered. “You’re safe now.”

She clung to me, sobbing.

Then I heard gunfire erupt near the east corridor.

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