Page 73 of Burning Justice

Kane winced. “Tucker will ping it and get us a location.” His phone buzzed in his hand. “There. He’s looking it up now. We’ll find your dad.”

“I’m glad you remembered.”

Kane’s phone buzzed. She leaned over to see while the map loaded. Maria said, “That’s nowhere near where we’re going.”

“That’s good right? Means he’s safe. Hiding.”

She bit her lip.

“We’ll get him back for you.”

Saxon shifted in the front seat and turned to face them. “That is what we promised, right?”

Maria said, “I’m gonna hold you guys to it.”

She leaned her head against Kane’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Kane met Saxon’s gaze and nodded slightly. They were good. She just wanted this thing to be over—as much as the rest of them.

It was more than personal for his team. Elias had torn them apart, tried to destroy them, and in every way he could have, he’d betrayed who they were and what they stood for.

But God, who called me here below, will be forever mine.

Kane had claimed God as much as God claimed him. He’d been chosen, but he’d also made the choice. When both worked together, there was nothing that could pull them apart.

Hammer pulled the car off the highway, and they wound up a dirt road into the woods. Switchbacks meant Kane spotted the cars in front and the cars behind, a convoy of cops and Feds and them, all going up to take down Elias.

Up the hill, between two trees, the first car exploded.

The hood lifted up from the ground with the force of the fireball, flipping upside down.

“Stop the car!” Saxon grabbed the handle at the top of the door.

Hammer hit the brakes, and they skidded to a stop. He shoved the door open. “Stay here.”

Saxon got out as well, and the two of them ran off up the hill.

“Land mines.” Maria straightened in her seat. “Like that cabin.”

Kane prayed for the occupants of that car. “Like when we rescued you.” He swallowed. “And I was captured.”

“Same old tricks.”

“Elias.” He growled the other man’s name. “And we trusted him.”

She touched his knee. “Now you’re going to stop him.”

He watched the others swarm around the burning vehicle. How far was it to the cabin? He could make it on foot better than a vehicle, and no one else would have to die.

Kane twisted in his seat.

Before he even spoke, she said, “Go.”

He kissed her hard. “I really love you.”

“Get him.”

Kane got out of the car and decided in that second that Elias had most likely buried mines up the road only—so he’d know when someone approached by vehicle. Gun in one hand, he ran parallel with the winding dirt track, pumping his arms and legs. He raced all the way to the end, where a small structure was barely visible. One of those tiny homes, one bedroom tucked up in a loft. A bathroom under it. Small kitchen area and a living space.

He’d liked them—until now.

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