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He grabs a few other gadgets, none of which I recognize, but I don’t bother to ask what they are.

“So what do we do first?

“This all appears to be electronic, so once I isolate the code, I can disable all the cameras and all the sirens.”

“And open the gate?”

“And open the gate.”

I draw a breath, very aware of the pistol that I’ve never fired in my waistband.

It’s been eight years since I fired a gun.

Last time was when Hawk and I were out doing target practice and we stumbled upon those drugs.

I have to believe it’s like riding a bike. It will come back to me.

I pull the gun out of my waistband, feel it in my hand, consider its weight.

It’s a Sig Sauer. Not a brand I’ve ever shot. I prefer Smith & Wesson or Glock.

“You okay?” Leif asks.

“Just getting to know the piece.”

“Let’s hope you don’t have to use it. But it’s your basic nine-millimeter.”

“Yeah. Just been a long time is all.”

“You’ll be fine. If push comes to shove, you’re going to be glad you have it.”

“I hate leaving the damned phone in the car. Savannah may try to get in contact with me. Or Raven. What if Raven’s bloodwork comes back?”

“Falcon, Raven’s bloodwork will come back. And it’s either going to be good news or bad news. When you get the news isn’t going to change that.”

He’s right of course.

“But Savannah…”

“It’s doubtful Savannah will have a chance to get in touch with you. But if she does, and we find out she’s not here, you’ll see the message when we get back.”

“It might be too late by then.”

“Fine. Bring your damned cell phone. But turn it off. Turn it off until I have the system disabled.”

I sigh in relief. I open the car door, grab my cell phone, look to see if there’s any news. There isn’t, so I click it off and shove it in my pocket.

“Thanks,” I say.

“Don’t thank me. I still have to disable the damned thing.”

38

SAVANNAH

“Let me show you to your room,” Maggie says.

“You mean to your son’s room?”

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