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She refused to allow that to happen and distract Corbin.
He took two turns, then another one, then one more to emerge back on the road they’d been on heading away from the theater group’s building.
Now the bike was pointed back the way they’d come.
What was he doing? Sirens were getting louder.
Cars ahead were peeling off to each side of the two-lane road. The police cruisers had nothing slowing them down.
Not police cruisers. Those were SCIS. A rifle poked out from a rear passenger window on the right side followed by the upper body of a man pulling the weapon up to take aim.
Corbin shouted, “Keep your head down!”
She felt his shoulder move with him pulling her denim bag free before he twisted his neck and gave a quick glance back before looking forward again. He gripped the top of the bag in his left fist as the motorcycle screamed toward the guy with the rifle who held it pointed at Corbin.
A bullet struck a sign they passed. She clamped her mouth shut to keep a scream caught inside.
The bike roared closer to the attacking vehicle, clearly passing on the shooter’s side.
She heard another crack from the rifle but had no idea where that bullet went.
In the next seconds, Corbin swung her bag, knocking the rifle upward, which smacked the shooter’s head. Then he yanked the bag back and shoved it over his shoulder. “Put it between us.”
She fumbled with the one task he had given her but managed to stuff the bag into her lap and locked her arms around him again.
He made multiple fast turns right and left, leaving her confused about where they were until he rolled onto theinterstate. When he rode north on Interstate 26, she let out the breath that had backed up in her lungs at leaving Spartanburg.
Safe, for a minute.
How far could they go before someone found them again?
Chapter 21
Corbin rode the bike as fast as he could without drawing attention. He’d taken the Interstate 85 west exit and hoped he guessed correctly. Before escaping, Eirene had indicated that her trustee, the infamous Leszek Moore, probably had a financial deal with SCIS.
That he might even be paying off cops.
Leaving South Carolina for Georgia could be a giant mistake, but if Leszek knew he was with Eirene, then her trustee likely knew about Adrian, who had a direct line to his badass boss.
Riding to the compound would put Jaz and the others at risk.
With them as far from him as possible, he was willing to stake his life for Eirene’s protection, but he would not impose that fate on anyone else. Not even Adrian. He’d call Adrian as soon as they stopped for fuel to let him know what was going on, and that while his boss carried weight with a lot of people, Corbin’s actions with Eirene could put a target on his entire organization.
No alpha wanted that kind of trouble and certainly not from someone with Corbin’s past with the Romanian.
Could Vlad be involved in any of this or working with Leszek? That made no sense. Why would Leszek put Eirene in jeopardy if she were his golden goose, as she’d put it? Still, Corbin could have been tracked if someone tagged his motorcycle. Based on things Adrian had said about using special phones his organization used, he doubted that someone could track his phone.
Since Adrian’s people possessed highly sophisticated equipment for hunting criminals and finding their people, SCIS might have an equally advanced level of electronics to support their jackal shifters.
But how had Leszek figured out Eirene was with him or where her secret apartment was located?
Corbin tried to fit it all together, but he kept finding holes in his theory.
If Leszek knew about Eirene’s warehouse, why hadn’t he simply sent his security team to pick her up before now? That would mean she’d done a great job of keeping her rescue work away from him.
If that was the case, where had those two freak jackal shifters come from? Would they be working with SCIS when other shifters could smell the difference and see it when they shifted?
That didn’t hold water, which would mean someone else sent those two jackals.
