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“Damn it. What the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know,” Faith said. “He’s trying to trick us somehow. He… did Michael mention where he was going?”

“No. He just said, ‘I’ll kill that motherfucker if he touches her.’ I was about to send SWAT units to his house, but… I hate to get one of my own agents in trouble like that.”

Faith considered a moment. He was sending Michael to his own home and sending Faith to the other side of the Philadelphia Metropolitan Area. Why would he do that? To split them up, obviously, but why? For what? To kill David?

Maybe that was it. Maybe David was safe at his office, and West wanted Faith and Michael far away so he could ambush David when he got home.

“Hold on,” she said. “Let me make a call.”

She hung up, but before she could dial David's office, the number came up on her phone. She answered, and a terrified receptionist said, "Faith? Is everything okay? David ran out of here fifteen minutes ago and sped off like… well, like he thought you were dead."

Faith’s eyes widened. “Did he say where he was going?”

“No, but he was repeating some numbers.”

“What numbers?”

“Um… 443 something. I think… 443 Elway?”

And Faith knew.

443 Elwood Street. Michael’s home.

Ellie’s home.

West was sending Faith away and luring the two men she loved most in this world to the home of the woman who had divorced him. He was going to kill three birds with one stone, and in the process, he was going to keep his promise to Faith and break her by taking away the two most important people in her life.

“Faith? Is everything okay?”

“Call the police,” she said. “Tell them everything you told me.”

“What? What’s going—”

She hung up and called the Boss back. "Boss, send those SWAT units. I'm heading there now. West has something planned. God, if I know what, but we have less than ten minutes to stop it."

“God damn it. All right. Is Turk with you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Be safe, Bold.”

“I will.”

She hung up and spun around, tires screeching. She was four minutes from Michael’s house. If Michael left at the same time as West texted her, he would reach the home two minutes before her.

She needed to make it faster.

She pushed the accelerator to the floor and prayed harder than she ever had in her life.

God please. Please let me get there in time.

***

David pulled up in front of the house and ran up the steps. The door was locked. Of course it was. He slammed on the door and shouted, “West! West! God damn it, West! I’m here! Open the fucking door!”

No answer. “Fuck!”

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