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“Police?” He reared his head up.
“Yeah, don’t go anywhere.”
I giggled.
Reid jerked his head up to look at me. His eyes narrowed. His expression showed a mix of lust and confusion.
I got that a lot.
“Why is this table bolted to the ground?” I pointed.
“Don’t ask.” He smirked and stood up.
The phone rang. We both jumped and stared at it.
Reid rounded the desk and picked it up.
“Yeah.” The person on the other end was already talking loud enough we could all hear him.
“Pres,” Daniels shouted. I pointed my gun in his direction. He shut his mouth.
“Grab anyone you trust and meet me in the Narrows.” Pres growled in frustration and let loose a maniacal laugh. Reid’s eyes grew wide. He shook his hand.
“Yeah.” He hung up the phone. “Fuck.” He paced the room, pressing the butt of the gun to his forehead.
“What is it?” I stood in front of him to stop his pacing. “Tell me.”
He stepped around me and went back into the closet. I stood near the door. His fingers pressed numbers into a small keypad near the wall, and it opened with a hiss. A wall of guns appeared.
“Wow.”
He grabbed a couple of pistols and placed one in the back of his jeans and another on his right hip. He pulled a large machine gun off the wall and shoved some extra magazine clips in all his pockets. Satisfied with his haul, he pressed a series of buttons and the wall closed. He pressed more and, when satisfied, he turned back toward me and stopped. It was like he forgot I was here.
“I need to go.” He walked past me. “You stay here. The door will lock behind me, and I’ll change the code like I did with the guns so no one can get in but me.”
“Wh—”
“You’ll be safe.” He kissed my cheek. “I’ll come back and get you as soon as I can.”
I’d fucking heard that before. No way.
He brushed past me, but I grabbed his arm. He spun around and shook me off.
“What the hell?” I stumbled back. “You can’t just leave me here.”
“I have to go.” He stared at the ground.
“Wait. Take a minute.” I took his hand. “Figure out our next move.”
“There is no waiting. There is noour move.” He took another step toward the door. I pushed him back and grunted.
“Kenzie,” he growled back. “They’ve got Patrick.”
CHAPTER 13
KENZIE
Ishuffled back, but not out of his way.
