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“This is great, Cass,” he said.

“You’re welcome.” She cradled her coffee mug in her hands. “Rhy will want me to take you to Trinity Medical Center, so we’ll do that first. From there, I’ll take you to the precinct.”

He frowned. “I don’t need to go to the hospital. But heading to the precinct is a good idea. Maybe being there will spur my memory.”

That was a good point, but she had her orders. “Rhy’s the boss.”

Gabe looked annoyed. “I’ll talk to Rhy.” Before she could say anything more, he jumped to his feet, only to sway for a moment. “Too fast. Dizzy,” he murmured as he sank back down at the same moment a bullet shattered the window.

“Down, get down!” She yanked Gabe off the chair and shoved him under the table, realizing with sick certainty that she’d been wrong to bring Gabe to her place.

The assailant must have known enough about the team to have found them. And clearly this perp’s intent was to finish what he’d started.

Eliminating Gabe as a threat, permanently.

ChapterThree

Gabe’s heart thundered in his chest. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been in a dangerous situation like this before but decided he didn’t much like it. Realizing Cassidy had her weapon in hand, he quickly grabbed her arm. “Don’t. Stay here.”

“Take my phone and call 911.” She thumbed the screen, then thrust the device into his free hand. She shook off his grasp. “Keep your head down. I need to find the shooter.”

He’d known that was her intent. “Please don’t. What if there’s more than one out there?” As he spoke, he pressed 911 on the phone screen. “They might be coordinating their efforts to draw you out.”

She frowned. “Do you remember there being more than one assailant?”

He didn’t remember anything, and that was the most frustrating thing of all. He couldn’t shake the feeling that it was urgent he remember what he was doing when this all started. Yet his mind was nothing but fog.

“This is 911, please state your emergency.”

“Shots fired in Greenland. Send backup!” His voice rose in alarm.

When asked for the address, he rattled it off, easily remembering it from when they’d arrived yesterday. Ironic that he could remember everything since he’d woken up at the side of the road, but nothing from prior to that.

Nothing that really mattered.

“Officers have been dispatched to the area,” the dispatcher said in her eerily serene voice. He assumed she did that to keep the victims calm, and the strategy worked. His pulse settled down now that he knew help was on the way. “Please stay on the line.”

“Okay.” He set the phone on the floor, relieved that Cassidy hadn’t left to investigate. However, she had her head up above the kitchen table, looking around. He couldn’t see what had caught her attention. “What’s wrong?”

“Shots came through the front window,” she said in a low voice. “We may be able to leave through the back.”

He shouldn’t have been surprised she was planning an escape route. Cass appeared as calm as the dispatcher.

As if she was pinned down by gunfire on a regular basis. Which now that he thought about it, she probably was.

“We should wait for backup to arrive.” He didn’t want her to become a target too. Whatever was going on involved him. He was the one who’d dragged her into the line of fire. Because she was the only person he’d remembered.

Guilt washed over him. If Rhy was his boss, why hadn’t he remembered him?

“I don’t like sitting here,” Cassidy said, clearly frustrated. “We can’t let this shooter get away.”

He could appreciate her concern. “Do you have a second weapon for me? I’d feel better if I could back you up.”

She dropped down to stare at him in shock. “You want a weapon?”

Was that an unusual request? He had no clue. “Yes. I feel like I should be armed in case...” He swallowed hard.

In case something happened to Cassidy.

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