Page 69 of The Devoted Game

The wire to the timer first or to the detonator first? The way they were twisted around, who could tell what went where?

To hell with it.

He’d just do them all.

Red went first.

1:12

Sweat beaded on his forehead as the seconds kept ticking off.

0:59

Green wire next.

0:42

Black.

0:36

“Goddammit.”

Blue.

0:22

How many damned wires did it take?

White.

0:14

“Son of a bitch!”

Only one more.

0:09

Yellow.

0:04

What the fuck?

There were no more wires!

Trenton groaned and bucked.

Ryan’s heart stopped stone-still.

0:00

5:18 a.m.

“What the hell is happening in there?” Vivian glared at Arnold. “I’m going in.”

“Bomb unit’s a minute out,” Arnold argued. “We’ll wait for them.”