Page 9 of Come For Me
“Fuck!” No way could he be numb after that. Tears stung his eyes, made the phone screen waver in front of him.
He raised the cell to hurl it across the room. Saint’s broad hand stopped him midswing. “I think we might need that, Boss.”
Dain cradled the phone to his chest and forced himself to get a grip. Blinked away the tears. Took a deep breath. Livie needed him; he had to focus. “I’m so going to spank her ass when this is over,” he choked out.
Elliot muffled a laugh behind closed lips.
King rushed into the room, and Dain forced back the emotions clouding his head once again. “What do we know?” he asked, sliding the phone into his back pocket. His team seemed to recognize the shift into work mode; they gathered around the table and started laying out the facts.
“Jerry gave me the basics,” King said as he joined them. “Livie works for Georgia Financial, doesn’t she?”
Dain didn’t need anything else; he saw the truth in King’s expression. “How many combatants?”
“More than one; that’s all Jerry knows. They received a phone call from a female that was cut short. Officers responding to the call found the doors locked. When they tried to force entry, the suspects showed themselves—and their weapons. Threats against the employees. The cops backed off.”
Following procedure. Dain understood it even as his heart protested.
“SWAT is on site now, setting up. The Crisis Negotiation Team is en route. Unfortunately that puts us in a holding pattern.”
“The call from the female, who was it?”
King shook his head. “Jerry didn’t have a name. Why?”
Because he needed to know if it had been Livie. Because he needed to know if his wife was alive before he completely lost every bit of the control he was known for.
He needed his wife, damn it. He couldn’t breathe without her. Couldn’t imagine waking up a single morning without her beside him, safe and sound. He wouldn’t—no,couldn’taccept anything else.
If that meant he had to be the one to make her safe, he would. Or die trying.
