Page 109 of Sully

I wanted to drive right up to Hailstorm and get her, to let her know everything was okay, that there was no more danger.And, somehow, that I managed to get out of this whole situation without any more guilt tacked up on my conscience.

But the fact of the matter was, I would probably be screaming in her face.

Besides, we needed to get off the streets.

Rune pulled to a stop several roads over from the explosion. Perish popped out, quickly removing the magnetic plates from the front and back of the SUV.

Then we were moving again, driving around a little bit just to make sure no one was following.

Then, like nothing at all happened, we drove in through the gates at the clubhouse, pulled into the garage, and each let out a collective held breath.

The garage door flew open, and Fallon, Brooks, Callow, and Croft rushed out, the relief clear on their faces when they saw that none of us were dead or bleeding.

I saw Fallon’s lips moving as I climbed out, but I shook my head and pointed to my ears.

“Explosion,” I said, clearly shouting at them, judging by how they all jolted.

Brooks held out his phone to Fallon, making our president’s face go serious. Moving closer, I glanced down, seeing the live news report about the explosion.

As far as I could tell, there were no accounts of an SUV fleeing the scene.

Even if there would be that footage or eyewitness accounts in the future, all they would have would be the wrong plates and three masked men.

We all moved into the clubhouse, Rune and Perish going right to the bar to get drinks.

I followed Fallon, taking the notepad and pen he handed me, then writing down a quick account of the ordeal while I wondered how long I would have to go without my hearing.

Experience told me it could be anything from a few minutes to a few hours. So long as there wasn’t any permanent damage.

Fallon read my report before scribbling one word at the bottom.

Dead?

I nodded to him.

I mean, there was no way to know for sure. Not until the cops found what was left of the body.

But there was simply no way the guy had gotten out of there. The three of us were a lot more fit and quicker. And we’d just barely made it out. It would have been impossible for him to rush down the basement steps, across the floor, and out the exterior doors in the same amount of time.

Fallon pressed the pen to the paper again.

Suicide?

I honestly didn’t know.

Yes, his eyes had been crazy.

And, yes, I even saw a strange sort of excitement and glee there.

That said, I didn’t know if his intention was to blow himself up. For all I knew, he’d been trying to find a way to blow me up, but knocked over some nitro by accident and sent the whole place up.

Maybe?I wrote back.

To that, he nodded as I started to pick up on a bit of conversation between Brooks and Croft.

My hearing was coming back.

That was good, at least.

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