Page 36 of Fury

Davis glowered at Leila and the twerp. Prayed that if his suspicions were right, God would give him some kind of sign. All he got was silence. He didn’t really think he’d get an answer after ignoring God for years, did he?

“Think you’ll be okay?” he asked Hollyn.

“She’s got us, doesn’t she?” Twerp’s chest almost visibly puffed up.

“Like I said,” Davis stated.

Twerp’s eyes narrowed. He got the message.

Hollyn looked between them.

Focus locked on the newcomers, Fury barked. Deep and loud.

“Holy.” Twerp jumped in his seat. Swung an arm toward the RMWD. “Keep that animal under control.”

Davis squared off. “If he wasn’t under control, I’d be prying you from his jaws already.”

Hollyn gave Davis a slight shake of her head. She wantedhimto stand down?

Twerp’s eyes widened.

Next to him Leila looked . . . impressed? “Better listen up, Archie.”

Twerp scowled at the sultry woman.

“I’ll be okay,” Hollyn said.

“Good if I borrow a car?” He had no idea what was in the garage, but he stalked in that direction anyway. The sooner he left, the sooner he’d be back to keep an eye on Hollyn’sfriends.

Fury stuck close without being asked to.

“Of course. Take whichever one you want. Keys are in the lockbox to the left of the door. There’s a thumbprint scanner. It’ll work for you since you’re in the system now. Where are you going?” she called after him.

But he was already slipping through the garage door with Fury. “Be back in a couple hours.”

A row of four vehicles greeted him as the door closed, but one in particular caught his attention.

Cobalt blue Chevy Chevelle SS. A 1970, if he were to hazard a guess.

He found the corresponding key in the lockbox and let Fury in the backseat. Issued up a short prayer for forgiveness for letting the landshark on the pristine leather. At least the derp was clean. He’d dirtied up plenty of Humvees over his career.

Tapping the garage door opener hooked to the visor, he turned the ignition, and the muscle car roared to life. The engine vibration rumbled through his chest.

“Always did have great taste in cars, Ansel,” Davis murmured with a smirk.

Half an hour later, they pulled up to their destination: a beach off of the north shore near the Al Khalidiyah district. Davis parked. Led Fury down the beach and took up position on a wooden bench. Waited for Chapel.

At his side, the RMWD lay in the sand. Head up. Eyes alert. Ready to take care of any trouble that came. A strong breeze ruffled his fur. Wearing his tac vest, the shepherd got more than a few wary looks from people out for a walk.

A few yards down, Chapel materialized from behind a group of passersby. Dressed in black tac pants and tee, the giant operator stood out from the crowd of people wearing long white kanduras. He slipped around the crowd toward Davis.

“Ledger.”

“Chapel.”

Chapel glanced down at Fury. Back to Davis. “New development? Didn’t think he was out too.”

“Med boarded and retired for aggressive behavior.”

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