Page 103 of Sinner's Sacrifice

“I don’t know.”

“It’s very possible,” Baz said, walking over to put a hand behind Nika’s back. “Bringing in coffee might not have been the best idea. If you are a target and they were still hanging around, they might have tried to snatch you.”

“We all needed something to get our brains in gear,” she retorted. “Besides, there were too many witnesses for anyone to try anything.”

Mason, who was looking at his phone, cleared his throat. “Sir, there are a couple of staff who received minor wounds from the explosion. Would it be possible for Sam to take a look at them?”

He didn’t want her out of his sight, but if he tried to stop her from doing her job, it would piss her off and look odd to the police.

“Perhaps we should call an ambulance and have them assessed in an emergency room,” Yvgeny suggested finally.

“No, I’ll have a look at them,” Sam said from behind him. She’d stepped out of her bedroom wearing a paramedic shirt with her black security pants. The combination suited her. She looked confident, competent, and horribly, helplessly human.

His worry must have been written all over him because, after studying his face for a moment, she added, “I’d like an extra pair of hands to help me, if that’s possible.”

That he could live with.

“Magnus, could you accompany Sam, please?”

“Yes, sir.” The big man followed Sam into her bedroom. They came out a couple of seconds later, carrying a couple of her big medical kits.

Magnus gave him a nod as he and Sam passed him. Sam gave him a quick smile. Then they entered the elevator and disappeared from sight.

Benson cleared his throat and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Shall we start with the scene of the crime?”

Twenty minutes later, their rather large group had taken a look at the damage done to the employee entrance to the hotel and were heading to the security office when his, Mason’s, and Brian’s phone went off with a shrill siren sound.

Yvgeny and Mason pulled their phones out immediately, while Brian fumbled with his. “What is that?” he asked.

“An emergency alert,” Yvgeny answered.

He looked at his phone and the text message attached to the alert. It was from Magnus.

Samantha was snatched in front of multiple witnesses. Am following on borrowed bike.

“Mason, car!” Yvgeny shouted as he ran for the nearest exit.

“What’s going on?” Benson shouted as he tried to keep up.

Mason responded, but Yvgeny didn’t pay attention to what he was saying. He needed to follow the bastards who’d taken his Sam.

But he did have other responsibilities.

“Baz,” he shouted as he burst out of the lobby doors. Not sure how to ask, but not trusting anyone else to handle the police in his absence.

“I’ll hold down the fort,” Baz shouted back. “Find her.”

“Which direction?” Yvgeny demanded. “Mason, which way did Magnus go?”

“His GPS is heading toward LaGuardia. It’s where the British jet is parked,” Mason said. “Or it was. I’m checking to see if it’s left yet.”

One of his black sedans pulled up beside him and came to a screeching stop, punching the air with the scent of burnt rubber. He nearly pulled the back passenger door off its hinges and dove into the backseat, Mason right behind him.

The car took off as soon as the door was closed, laying more rubber on the pavement.

Mason had his phone out, texting so fast his fingers were almost a blur. “Sir, the police are offering an escort. What should I tell them?”

“We’re going to LaGuardia and if they want to clear the way, I would be grateful.”

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