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She nodded and climbed into the back.

Flynn shut the door and slid in behind the wheel. “Thanks, Rhy.”

Rhy nodded and waited until the three of them were settled before jogging to his vehicle. Soon they were out on the road. She noticed Flynn eyeing the rearview mirror as they headed west. She turned to see several police vehicles converging on the City Central Hotel parking lot.

“That’s another hotel that won’t want our business anymore,” Cassidy said with a wry smile.

Flynn grimaced. “I know. We already tried to cover our tracks by having the room secured by the DA’s office through Rhy’s brother-in-law Bax Scala. But we have used it as a safe house too many times before. I’m glad we’re switching things up by using a rental under Doug’s sister’s name. The way this jerk keeps finding us is pissing me off.”

Taylor tried to think positive. That their next stop would be the one that would ensure her safety and Flynn’s too.

But somehow, she didn’t believe it. She stared out at the overcast gray November sky and prayed.

Please, Lord Jesus, keep us all safe in Your care. Amen.

Flynn kepthis eye on the rearview mirror. He watched for a tail, even though Rhy was directly behind them and likely doing the same thing.

He worked hard to take a circuitous route to Greenland, doubling back twice to make sure he didn’t see anything suspicious.

There was nothing unusual in the area, but he couldn’t relax. The nonstop gunfire was wearing on him. It bugged him that the shooter showed up at almost every single place they used as a safe house.

Proving they were anything but safe.

Which meant the guy who hired him must have significant resources at his disposal. After this most recent incident, he was more convinced than ever that included someone working against them from inside law enforcement.

SAC Donovan? One of the federal agents, Sally Fisk or Travis Goldberg? Both of them?

Someone else?

He had gone past the rental property twice when his phone rang. Seeing Rhy’s name, he quickly answered. “What do you think? Is it safe?”

“Yeah, but let me go in first,” Rhy said. “I’ll walk around the exterior, then go inside. You stay back until I give the all clear.”

“Understood.” He’d rather be the one patrolling the perimeter but understood Rhy expected him to stick close to Taylor. Clearly, they should have done a sweep around the City Central Hotel. “We’ll be waiting.”

He drove through the park, pulling off to the side of the road at a deserted location. The cold chill in the air was keeping people out of the park, which was fine by him.

“What did they find in the parking structure?” Cassidy asked. “You mentioned a shell casing.”

“Yes, Doug spotted a 9 mm shell casing. They’ll send it to the lab for prints, not that I’m holding my breath.” He shook his head. “It’s not likely a professional would make a rookie mistake like leaving a fingerprint behind.”

“You never know,” Cassidy said. “If this is the work of one gunman, he’s been awfully busy. He’s bound to screw up one of these times.”

“I don’t know that he’s alone,” Taylor said from the back seat. “Whoever hired him must be feeling desperate. Maybe he’s hired a second man to help Nickoli Yurgis.”

“Anything is possible,” he admitted. Taylor’s comment reminded him that they already knew the identity of the gunman. Finding a fingerprint may not tell them anything they don’t already know.

Unless there is a second player.

He still didn’t know if Taylor’s cousins Lyle and Jake were involved. He made a mental note to call Gabe later. Once they were settled in the rental house secured under Emily Sanders’s name.

Was this a mistake? Yet if they didn’t use Emily as a financial source, then who could they turn to? He hated feeling helpless.

He glanced at Taylor in the rearview mirror, then quickly looked away. Maybe if he hadn’t been so distracted by kissing her, he’d have thought about searching the perimeter around the hotel.

That sort of mental lapse could not happen again. He needed to stay sharp and focused.

“What about food?” Cassidy asked, breaking into his thoughts. “We’ll need to head out to buy supplies.”

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