Page 131 of The Trust We Broke
“Please tell me when you said the front door, you didn’t really mean it,” Wraith says.
I focus on the large door, with the glass panels flanking either side, that are up three shallow stone steps.
“You got four seconds to jump out if you don’t like it.”
“Remind me to get your fucking license cancelled when this is over.”
Steam hisses from beneath the truck hood. I guess the bull bar could only do so much to protect us.
“We got through in once piece, didn’t we?”
Wraith grabs the handle with both hands. “Yeah, but enjoy your reunion with Lucy, because I’m gonna kill you as soon as we have her.”
For a millisecond, I smile at one of my best friends.
And then, we’re both thrown forward, smacking into what little air is left in the airbags.
The car hisses, and jerks to a stop, and I kill the engine as I wince in pain.
Fuck!
“Never been more relieved a truck stalled out,” Wraith mutters. “Thought you were going to go through the front of the building too.”
Fear rolls through me, but I bank it down, because I need to get to Lucy. The scramble out of the wreckage and across the hood hurts. I feel for my weapon in its holster and realize I’m lucky I’m not more seriously hurt.
Wraith groans as he does the same, and as I look over at where he’s at, I see Atom’s truck pull through the wreckage of the gates.
And then…
The sound of a gunshot ricochets from inside the building.
My heart shatters.
“Lucy!” I cry, then run to the door. I smash the glass that runs down the side of the front door, and fumble around as glass shards cut my skin. My heart jolts when I find the lock release and tug on it.
The door swings wide open, and I stumble through it.
The stairs fly past in twos and threes as I charge up them. It’s an educated guess that she’s upstairs. She said her father’s office. The gunshot sounded like it came from above us.
The thud of Wraith behind me gives me confidence as I storm toward her.
Helplessness floods me. I have never been in the upper level of this home. I don’t know its floor plan. If I waste time checking the wrong spaces, Lucy could bleed out, or worse.
There are doors in the hallway, but only one at the end of it.
But there’s a second shot. This one more muffled.
So, I charge the door at speed, turning at the last moment so my shoulder hits it, almost slamming it off its hinges.
The scent of gunfire hangs in the air, and Adam stands at the foot of a bed, bleeding from a cut across his cheek, gun pointed at Lucy.
And Lucy’s on the floor.
Eyes closed.
Wes Granger lies on top of her, unmoving.
I take my shot, and Adam falls to the ground. But I miss his landing, because I grab Granger off Lucy and throw him behind me. A puddle of blood pools around his heart.
