Page 36 of Redeeming Meg

And then she realized Anderson wasn’t the only one who had managed to escape.

Panic flooded through her. “Dec, where’s Tommy?”

Her second turned, scanning the room with her.

Tessa and the SWAT team barreled in. Her eyes landed on Hagar, and she smiled. “Look what the swans bagged today.”

“Did you see Tommy?” Meg asked.

“Tommy?” Tessa shook her head. “He was here?”

The SWAT team leader ordered his men to lower their weapons. Then he demanded an explanation in broken English, but Meg shoved past him, trying to reach the door. “I have to find him.”

Armored officers blocked her way. None of them would let her pass, their leader demanding an explanation again.

“I told you what you need to know,” Tessa complained to the brute of a man who towered over all of them. She said something in Romanian, possibly repeating herself in his language. “Mosai Hagar is a wanted terrorist that we’ve captured. We’ll escort him to the 71st Airbase, where a team will be waiting to take him to the United States.”

The SWAT team leader responded in Romanian, and Meg felt her insides twist. She couldn’t translate his words, but she knew by the way he dismissed Hagar with barely a glance that something was amiss. Tessa’s face fell, and she started arguing with him.

Hagar gave Meg a satisfied smile.

The SWAT team leader gestured at him and the flexicuffs, then at one of his men, who stepped forward. Dec pulled Hagar back, keeping away from the eager officer. He raised his gun. “Over your dead body.”

The man stopped, glancing at his commander. Tessa did some fast talking in Romanian, propelling Meg through the blockage of black-clad SWAT members. “Go after Tommy, I’ll handle this.”

Meg considered her options. She had the USB. She would alert Flynn to let him know that Hagar was about to walk away. Flynn would do something.

He had to. She couldn’t let Hagar get away again.

Should’ve put a bullet in the bastard’s head.

She holstered her weapon, raising her hands in surrender as she pushed past the SWAT officers. Declan held his ground, giving her a nod when she glanced at him. He winked. “Go get our boy,” he said.

She gave Hagar a pointed look. “Even if you walk free today,” she told him, “you better keep looking over your shoulder. I’m a ghost, and I’ll haunt you forever.”

She squeezed through the line of officers and, once free, ran for the stairwell. Tommy couldn’t have gotten far with the lasting effects of the ultrasonic blast slowing him down. She was going to find him.

And when she did?

She was going to kick his ass.

FOURTEEN

Damn it. Declan stood in the middle of the embassy courtyard, swearing a blue streak. He’d had to turn over Hagar to the Romanian police, and the bastard now slumped against the concrete wall, his defiant glare fixed on Declan.

The SWAT team leader had listened to Tessa’s insistent pleas that they not turn the man loose. That he was the instigator behind the riots, but Declan knew something was going on behind the scenes. If anything, the police seemed blasé about the whole thing. Annoyed that they had to deal with the situation. Unconcerned that they had one of the most wanted terrorists in the world in their possession.

He wouldn’t be surprised if Hagar were on the loose again before morning.

Adrenaline burned through him, partly from the takedown and partly from watching Meg run out the door. Keeping one eye on Hagar, he made his way through the gathered crowd, some of them injured and being treated by emergency responders. Others still partying.

No Meg. No Tommy.

Shit.

He caught sight of Spence, who waved a hand over the heads of a mixed group of men and women dressed in suits. Embassy employees. He tugged someone with him as he skirted around them—a dark-haired woman covered in dirt and stains.

Meg.

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