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“Dandy. Who has yours?”

The medic chuckled. “I like her, Sawyer. Hang on to this one.”

“That’s the plan.”

The idling engine revved.

“Move,” Max snapped, shifting to stand between Janie and the truck peeling from the parking space.

The dark-colored truck raced toward them.

CHAPTER 22

SAWYER RUSHED JANIE to the space between the two Fortress vehicles as gunshots shattered the peaceful night in a hail of gunfire.

Between one beat and the next, Sawyer took Janie to the ground, flipping at the last second to take the brunt of the impact. He rolled, covering Janie’s body with his own. His weapon was up and tracking in case the jerks in the truck stopped to fire more shots at Janie.

Glass shattered and car alarms blared around them in a discordant cacophony, making it impossible to hear anyone approaching.

Finally, the gunfire ceased. A moment later, Max said, “Clear.”

Sawyer leaped to his feet, scooped Janie into his arms, and put her to their SUV. Max climbed behind the wheel.

Once beside Janie and buckled in, Sawyer said, “Go.”

“What about the police?” Janie asked. “Do we have to stay and give a report?”

“Nothing to tell except a dark-colored, late-model truck raced from the parking lot and someone in the vehicle fired shots at us.”

“No plates on the truck,” Max added as he accelerated onto Main Street and drove toward the outskirts of town in the opposite direction from their safe house. “Do you know how many dark-colored trucks are registered in this county alone?”

“Too many?”

“Exactly. If we stayed to talk to the police, we’d be sitting ducks for another attack.”

“We won’t risk your life that way.” Sawyer threaded his fingers through hers. “We’ll ask the Fortress tech geeks to track the truck.”

Max snorted. “Won’t help.”

“We might catch a shot of a face to run through our databases.”

“Doubtful, but call them. We’ll see what comes of it.”

Sawyer called to Fortress headquarters.

“Fortress Security. Wiseman.”

“Runner, it’s Sawyer. What are you doing on duty? Thought you’d be out pounding the pavement.”

A chuckle. “You’re a fine one to talk, Chapman. You run as often as I do at night.”

Truth. Nighttime was the worst for memories to haunt him.

“What do you need, buddy?”

Sawyer reported the incident in the hospital’s parking lot. “Hack into the security and traffic cams in the area and get me what you can on the truck and its occupants.”

“More than one occupant?”

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