Page 123 of Fatal Intent
That’s what loomed in the dark for him. He’d be lost without Rayne. Man, how did he fall so hard and so fast for this woman?
“There’s a junction up ahead,” Andre said. “Turn left and stay on Highway 52 for 60 miles. If the shooter stays on this road, we’ll cross the Kentucky line.”
Frowning, Grant settled deeper into his seat, hoping the extra support would ease his pain. What was in Kentucky? Another compound for the group to use as a base? A place to lie low for a day or two? Whatever it was, he hoped the place wasn’t a fortress. Any delay reaching Rayne could have deadly consequences for her.
His stomach twisted as he thought about what could happen to his woman. And thinking about that would leave him paralyzed with fear for Rayne. He had to trust in her ingenuity and her training. Fortress spent a fortune training her and the rest of Artemis. Those women were extraordinary and deadly. If the shooter stripped Rayne of her weapons, she was resourceful enough to find something with which to defend herself. He had to believe that because if he didn’t, worry would consume him and he’d be useless in the rescue mission.
That couldn’t happen. He loved Rayne. His hand fisted. No one would take her from him. Anyone who hurt her would pay. Hard.
“Rayne’s tracker turned off Highway 52.” Andre frowned and tapped his screen. “They’re on Leeville Road, heading east at a good clip.” He looked at Seth. “I’ve been on that road. It’s not a smooth ride. At the rate he’s driving, Rayne will take a beating unless that vehicle has superior shocks.”
“We’ll deal with whatever the consequences are from her kidnapping.”
“Can’t you go any faster?” Grant snapped.
“Chill, buddy.”
“You wouldn’t say that if an unknown enemy had snatched Teagan.”
“While that’s true, we can’t help Rayne if we’re in the hospital or morgue because of reckless driving.”
“You’re a combat trained driver, Seth. We all took the same training.”
“Yeah, but we’re not on dirt roads in the Sand Box. We’re driving on roads leading to housing developments. We can’t endanger people’s lives. Rayne wouldn’t want innocents to suffer in our quest to save her.”
Grant held up a hand. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Doesn’t mean I like it.”
“I’m driving 20 miles over the speed limit, Grant. If we drive too fast on Leeville Road, we might blow a tire. We can’t afford that delay, either.”
He sat back and closed his mouth, the drive to reach Rayne at any cost shoved behind an invisible wall. Complaining wouldn’t help any of them, and it would tick off his team leader. Not a smart move.
“Turn right here.” Andre stared at his phone’s screen. “Looks like they’re heading into farm country.”
“Easier to hide.” Seth guided the SUV into a controlled skid to make the turn, then stomped on the accelerator. “How far behind them are we?”
“About 30 miles. We’re closing the gap.”
Not fast enough. Grant’s hands clenched into fists. If he could push this SUV faster, he’d do it.
“Grant.”
He glanced at Seth. “Sir?”
“Your job is to come up with a rescue plan. Can you handle it?”
“Yes, sir.” He would do anything to free Rayne and get her out of danger.
Grant grabbed his phone, manned up, and opened the tracking program. The pulsing light showed the kidnapper’s path of escape.
He frowned. Whether the kidnapper was Donovan or one of Gino’s group, he seemed to know right where to go. No hesitation in taking different roads. No slowing down along the way as though looking for shelter. He had a place already lined up.
Grant blew out a breath. What he wouldn’t give to have Riley here with her souped up computer. She could run a search for real estate holdings by the five men.
She wasn’t here, but Z was a phone call away, waiting to help. “I’m calling Zane.”
Teagan glanced over her shoulder. “Why?”
“I have an idea. Might not pan out but Zane can run a search for real estate holdings by the five men.”
