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“I don’t think you do,” I said once more.
“Let’s just say, Edward Cullen isn’t waiting for us, and this isn’t a Twilight movie.” He smiled—a well-practiced and handsomegesture. “Now, Agent Carlisle is going to handcuff you in the nicest way possible, aren’t you, Agent?”
“Fuck off,” she snapped. There wasn’t an ounce of animosity in her words. I made a face, trying to read the connection they had. There was a myriad of deep emotions that ran between them.
“Officer Fitzgerald gave us access to an alternate exit,” he continued. “Someone tipped the media off that the FBI was picking up a wanted and highly dangerous serial killer. There’s a swarm of people out front, so we’ll have to use a different way to avoid the chaos.”
“Someone,” she scoffed. She was quick and proficient as she slipped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists—loose and unhooked.For the appearance.“Did you have fun spinning that story?”
“I have no idea what you mean, Agent.” His smile widened.
“I told Gray to leave it,” I cut in. Just the two of them weren’t enough. Not with everything I knew about the vampires. And if they were hunters? They’d be walking into a death trap.
“He was never any good at listening.”
“How do you know him?”
“Let’s just say, we have a long history,” he replied, and I frowned. I didn’t like his answer.Not one fucking bit.And I certainly didn’t like how he said it either. It sat odd with me. But before I could say anything, he opened the door. “Let’s get you out of here.”
CHAPTER 21
The commotion in the precinct came to a screeching halt as the two of them escorted me out of the interrogation room. All eyes were on us.If only they knew my handcuffs weren’t secured.The onslaught of confusion and curiosity was suffocating, but I bit back the rising feeling. I was so fucking tired and rubbed raw from sitting in that room.
“This way,” the guy with the briefcase said. I probably should’ve asked his name. That was the polite thing to do when someone decided to rescue your ass from mercenary vampires.
“Will we be alone?” Andrea asked, her hand tight on my elbow.
“This hallway leads to a service elevator,” he explained. “They’ve already cleared it for us. If we take it down to the lower level—”
“You don’t want to be in close quarters with them,” I warned.
“—and across the garage, we can access the building next door,” he continued, never once acknowledging me. His voice was low as he spoke only to her. “It’s abandoned and has four floors. We make it to the top—”
“Yes, because being trapped on the roof of a building with them is a brilliant fucking plan,” I bit out. Jesus fuck, did they honestly think this sounded like a rescue plan.
“—and we get over to the next building.” He just kept going. I didn’t like being left out.Not when my life was hanging in the balance here.“From there… well, you know that plan.”
“No, I don’t,” I interjected before she could say anything. When I tried to stop in the hall, she gave me a hard shove forward.
“Making a scene is the last thing you want to do at this point, Collins,” Andrea growled. “We have enough shit to deal with without having to handle the entire precinct getting involved in our exit. Do you want to risk their lives too?”
“These vampires don’t care about humans,” I said. It was a fact she should’ve known. If she didn’t… I didn’t want to go there.
“Yeah, but that won’t stop her from hurting them if she has to,” he chimed in. “Believe me, she’s done it. When was the last time you tossed someone through a wall?”
“The asshole had it coming,” she shot back. Threw a man through a wall?Jesus fucking Christ. Who the hell were these two?What the fuck had Gray done to get them involved?
“I think I deserve to know the plan,” I insisted under my breath. Although, I kept walking because what the fuck else was I going to do? Cause a scene in the middle of the precinct? That’d go over real well, considering they all thought I was a serial killer. I’d get my ass shot long before vampires ever got ahold of me.
“You’ll know when you know,” he assured me.And it wasn’t all that reassuring.This whole thing reeked of chaos and uncertainty—two things I didn’t like. Not in a situation like this. Not when there were too many lives at stake.
Both fell silent as they escorted me away from the main area of the precinct. Down several hallways, past closed-off offices,and into a significantly less frequented area of the building. The service elevator was huge with more than enough room for all of us.
Planting a hand on my chest, Andrea shoved me hard until my back hit the wall. I was quick to undo the handcuffs and rub the uncomfortable skin around my wrists.Fuck, it felt good to be free.
“Tell me how I can—”
“Stay,” she ordered. It was the only word she said before she turned to the other guy… who was taking his shirt off.
