Chapter 51
Brad
I see Kat get in the car.
“Fuck!”
I have to stop myself from hitting something. Someone.
Bauer moves to stand beside me. He puts his hand on my shoulder.
“If you don’t get her out of there, I will,” I tell him.
“The guy has settled down a bit since she got in.”
“He still has a gun pointed at her,” I say.
“And we’ve got three times as many pointed at him.”
“That helps how?”
He sighs.
“This is your fucking fault. If anything happens to her—” I say.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to her,” he says.
“I’M not going to let anything happen to her,” I say.
“Look, I know this is hard to deal with. But just let us do our job. Don’t try to play the fucking hero, all right?”
He walks back to where Sherman is standing and they all just stand there, watching the car, waiting for something to happen.
Fuck this.
I move toward the car. Ethan grabs my arm to stop me.
“Give it a minute, bro. Kat’s dealt with criminals for a long time. She knows how they think, she’s not going to do anything stupid,” he says.
“Then why’d she get in the fucking car, E?” I run my hand over my face, frustrated and scared. “I just fucking got her back.”
Ethan pats my shoulder twice, in a move that I’m sure is meant to be reassuring, but just makes me more tense.
I clench my fists, then relax my hands a few times. Roll my head around and loosen up my shoulders.
Getting ready for action.