Page 101 of One More Chance

“Silo.” He coughed and blood bubbled up from his lips. “Door.”

“We’ll figure out how to get in. Don’t worry about it.” She swiped a tear from her face, probably smearing blood across her cheek, but she didn’t care. “Don’t worry.”

His hand found hers. One turned hers over so her palm was up. He traced something on her hand, wincing. Pain in his expression and more blood leaking from him. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

He tapped her palm with his index finger.

“What is it?” She looked at her hand.

He drew a number three on her skin with the tip of his finger.

“Three.” He repeated the gesture, and she said, “Three.” He tapped a dot on her hand. “Period. Four. Four…” He kept going.

Ramon typed on his phone, entering everything she said. He muttered, “Those are latitude and longitude numbers.”

When the numbers stopped, Ramon said, “Got it.”

One’s hands slid from hers, falling to the ground by his sides. He inhaled another rattling breath, but it caught far too soon. A second later, his head lolled to the side.

“There’s nothing more we can do for him.”

She looked at Ramon but couldn’t say anything.

“It’s not the location Fleming gave us. Maybe it’s another way in.”

She should nod, but she hung her head instead. She didn’t have the energy to do anything just then. A man was dead, and she should’ve been able to protect him, but in the end, there hadn’t been anything she could do.

I’m powerless.She squeezed her eyes shut.God help us.

Bruce hauled her up. “Come on, girlie. Time to go.” He walked her back to the car and put her in Ramon’s passenger’s seat. When he reached over with the seat belt, she grabbed it and clicked it in.

“Thanks.”

He squeezed her shoulder and shut the door.

Kenna ran her hands down her face, praying some more. Trying to figure out a way they could do this, but her mind couldn’t come up with any answers. She needed God to step in like He did. In a major way.

Ramon started the car. “They knew he was talking to you, and they took him out. That means they’ll be headed to the doctor to inform him that we’re on our way. We don’t have much time.”

She managed to nod. “What did Maizie say?”

“Those coordinates are for property owned by the same corporation. It’s about a half mile from the shed that Fleming said was the entrance, so…a back door? Another way in?”

“I hope so.” She had so much riding on this that part of her had to admit she couldn’t do it. In a way, that made her want to curl up and quit. But God could bring them through this. He could do it all. “Let’s go.”

Ramon squeezed her knee.

Her phone buzzed. She lifted it from the cup holder and hit the power button on the side. The number Gregorio had used flashed on the screen with a notification for a message. An image sent by text.

“Jax.” She fumbled to unlock it.

“What is it? What did Santino send you?”

The text thread loaded. Her stomach flipped over at seeing Jax tied to a chair with sweat across his hairline. His face was set hard, anger infusing his features. It wasn’t directed at her, but it still hurt to see it there on his face.

“Kenna, what does it say?”

She pushed out a breath. “Gregorio wants an update on where we’re at. He’s giving us four hours to bring Nicola and Doctor Buzard to him, or he’ll leave Jax in the desert in pieces.”

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