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Not my business, he reminded himself. He turned to glance at Taylor, then narrowed his gaze at Cassidy’s knowing smile.

He caught the sign indicating they’d reached the city of Ravenswood. “The FBI office building isn’t far from Lake Michigan,” he said for Taylor’s benefit. “Must be nice.”

“I don’t get the impression they have much time to enjoy the view,” Cass said. “That’s the building up ahead.”

“I see it.” He leaned forward raking his gaze over the parking lot. There were a few cameras mounted on the structure if you knew where to look for them.

He used his new phone to call Brady. Rhy had been nice enough to program his brother’s name and number into the device. “We’re here,” he said.

“I’ll be out in a second.”

Cassidy pulled into the closest parking space to the main entrance. He pushed out of his seat at the same time Cassidy did. Then he opened Taylor’s door. “Stay close to me, okay?”

She nodded but didn’t seem worried. He waited for Brady to come out of the building before escorting her around the front of the car.

A crack of gunfire had him throwing himself on top of Taylor.

His heart thundered in his chest as he waited for the next bullet to strike.

ChapterTen

Taylor’s hands and knees stung from hitting the asphalt parking lot. With Flynn’s body draped over hers and Cassidy crouched beside her, she couldn’t see a thing. But she had heard the gunfire.

“Get her inside! Hurry!”

She didn’t recognize the male voice but wasn’t surprised when Flynn answered. “No way. We’re getting her out of here.”

“The shooter is still out there,” the male voice protested. She realized the voice belonged to Rhy’s brother Brady. She’d remembered seeing the blond-haired guy coming out of the building. “I have agents scouring the parking lot, and I understand your concern about being found here, but for now, you need to bring Taylor inside.”

“He’s right, Flynn,” Cassidy said. “We’d be sitting ducks in the SUV.”

“Fine.” Flynn sounded upset, but the pressure of his body over hers eased back. “But we’ll cover her all the way.”

“Of course,” Cassidy murmured. Flynn rose as Brady joined them. Flynn and Brady towered over her, but Cassidy wasn’t as tall as she reached for her arm. “Can you stand?”

“Yes.” She told herself this wasn’t the time to fall apart. That she needed to keep it together long enough to reach the relative safety of the building.

Then the impact of Brady’s comment sank in. How had they been found here? Federal agents had asked to interview her. The same agents, she assumed, who were working the double homicide as it relates to the banking industry.

A shiver rippled over her, one that had nothing to do with the crisp November air. She huddled close to Flynn and Cassidy as they moved together toward the building.

Less than two minutes later, she stood in a vestibule between two sets of doors. Brady pressed his ID against a badge reader, unlocking the second set of doors.

“I don’t like this,” Flynn said as they entered the building. They stopped in front of a desk manned by an agent. Three visitor badges were already on top of the desk waiting for them. Flynn grabbed one, then offered her and Cassidy the other two before turning back to Brady. “Where’s your boss, the special agent in charge? I think he needs to know about the leak inside the agency.”

“Presumed leak,” Brady said, sounding a bit testy. “It could be that you were followed here.”

“We weren’t followed,” Cassidy said. “I agree with Flynn on this one. The FBI asked for this interview, then someone takes a shot at Taylor. The connection is obvious.”

Brady sighed heavily. “Okay, let’s get you situated in a conference room. I’ll update Donovan.”

Taylor was ushered through another set of doors and into a hallway. Brady turned into the first door on the left, indicating the rest of them should follow. The room consisted of a long table, several chairs, a phone, and a computer with a large screen mounted on one end of the room. She dropped into the closest chair, rubbing her hands over her knees. Her new jeans hadn’t been ripped, but there were likely bruises already forming beneath the fabric.

Better than being dead, she thought grimly.

“I need to know if your agents find anything related to the shooter,” Flynn said.

He and Brady eyed each other for a long moment before Brady nodded. “I understand your need to stay informed. But this is technically a Bureau case now.”

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