Page 103 of Silver Sanctuary
Hank nodded, his jaw grinding back and forth. “I’ve got to call in the search warrant request. Colt, I want two teams ready to arrive on scene in twenty minutes. We’ll wait on the warrant there if we need to. And Nash can come with us, unarmed, and only there to comfort Embrie if she is in fact there. The rest of you need to stay here. I’m sorry, that means you too, Lacy.”
They stood still, silence suffocating every inch of the room, until the sheriff’s department cleared out.
“All right, if they’re planning on getting there in twenty, we need to be ready to get there in five.” Hawk smiled as he started shuffling radios out of the small cabinet in the corner of the room.
“What?” Lacy asked. “I thought Hank just said you need to let them handle it?”
“Better to ask for forgiveness, baby.” Nash pressed a kiss into her hair. “There’s no way the team and I aren’t going to be there. I was testing the waters. Hank folded on letting me go. He’ll be lenient with us after we get her back.”
Her eyes went wide. “You have to take me, too.”
“Lace, no.”
“You arenotgoing into a situation you know nothing about, where my daughter is being held by these people, without me there.”
His hands slipped over her shoulders. “I can’t be worried about you getting hurt too.”
Stone walked back into the room. “The van’s all set. Go bags are in the back. We’ll park a few houses down the road from their place and walk in on foot.”
“I can stay in the van. I won’t be in danger. I just need to be there. Please don’t ask me to stay here. Please,” Lacy begged.
Nash looked around at the team, and when no one argued, he resigned.
“Okay, baby, okay. You can sit in the van.”
Gunner started the briefing. “Gage?”
“This is the quickest I could find looking in the database I had no business being in.” He cringed. “Ike and Clarissa Hawthorne. 1390 Valor Drive. One son, Steven, had a long arrest report. In and out of rehabs. Lacy, could your mom have…”
“Could she have run in the same circles as him? Of course. But what would that have to do with this?”
“Oh, fuck…” Gage’s eyes went wide as Nash tried to zero in on the documents he was jumping between on his screen.
“What, Track?”
“Amber was picked up for selling a controlled substance on the same night Steven Hawthorne was pronounced dead from an overdose.”
Lacy gasped. “She sold it to him? That’s why his family came after me? Why they took Embrie? Are they going to hurt her to get back at my mom?”
“We aren’t waiting another goddamn minute,” Nash ordered. “Grab what you need, and get out to the van in the next sixty seconds. Let’s fucking go.”
“What the fuck am I seeing right now?”Hawk asked over the comms. He was stationed at the front of the house, with Stone and Gunner as his backup. Nash and Gage had gone to the back of the house, where they planned to make the primary entry from.
“Embrie is at the table, two o’clock, eating. She looks unharmed, Wings. Smiling. The husband and wife are at the table with her. No visible weapons. I’m locked on Ike.”
Nash blew out his breath. Gunner was an expert sniper, he’d had to take a shot to save his wife not all that long ago. Nash had every confidence he would keep Embrie safe, from whatever vantage point he found.
“Fuck it. We're going in. Breech on my count.”
“Ten-four. We’ve got the front door covered if they try to run,”Stone’s steady voice replied.
Nash’s hand slid over the doorknob and twisted. Within a second, he felt resistance. Fuck.
“Door’s locked. Switching breaching methods,” he communicated over the line.
“Let me know if you need someone with more muscle to kick it in for you, Wings.”
Fucking Hawk.
