Page 135 of Wilde and Deadly

Jesus.

The bomb.

Liam.

Had they made it? Had Weston gotten the vest off in time?

“Rowan, answer me.”

Still nothing.

His breath came faster now, pulse thudding against his skull as he switched channels. “Elliot, report.”

The response was immediate. “Liam gave us a scare, but he’s back with us now. He’s stable. Tessa, Bridger, and I are en route to the hospital with him.”

Davey exhaled sharply, some of the tension uncoiling from his spine.

Liam was safe.

But Rowan?—

“Where the hell is Rowan?” His voice came out sharper than intended, but he didn’t care.

A slight pause. “They went back in.”

His heart kicked hard against his ribs. “What do you mean,back in?”

“They thought they could get to you faster through the tunnels. You know her, man. She wasn’t gonna stay on the sidelines if she thought you were still in danger.”

“How long ago?”

“A few minutes, maybe?” Static crackled, proof that Elliot was getting farther away by the second. “They should’ve reached you by now.”

“Fuck,” Davey growled, his grip tightening on his rifle. He spun to face Dom and Cade. “We need to move. Now.”

Cade was unreadable, but his gaze flicked toward Sullivan’s back. Sully was still staring at the water below, barely breathing.

“You two go,” Cade murmured. “I’ll stay with him.”

In case he decides to follow his twin over the edge.

That second part went unspoken, but the subtext was clear.

Davey nodded sharply, already turning to race back to the ladder.

Dom fell in step behind him. “We’ll find her.”

Davey didn’t point out what happened the last time Dom was optimistic. Just as he reached the ladder, a muffled thump echoed from somewhere beneath the bridge, and he froze.

Listened.

That wasn’t…

Another sound. Sharper this time, faster. Unmistakable.

Automatic gunfire.

His hand flew to his radio. “Rowan!”

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