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Oklahoma City was less than six hundred miles. They could’ve made it there if the Watcher drove at a rapid pace.

He would’ve been moving at a rapid pace.

Derek kissed Molly and ran for the door. “The team and I will meet you at the helicopter in ten minutes,” he called back to Steve.

Molly touched Steve’s arm as he moved toward the door and handed him a small GPS screen. “You’re going to need this. Outside Oklahoma City is the best I can do from this far away. As you get closer, this monitor will provide more details.”

Steve kissed her forehead. “Thank you, Molly.”

She shrugged. “You once broke all the rules and gave Derek a plane to come after me. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here now.” She pushed him. “Go get your girl.”

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TRUETOMOLLY’SWORD, the GPS continued to become more detailed the closer they got to Oklahoma.

The transmission wasn’t in Oklahoma City at all; it was in Guymon, a much smaller town northwest of the city.

At some point the Watcher had gotten off the main interstates, which had been a smart move on his part.

“Boss, there’s no actual helicopter landing site big enough for us in Guymon. But we’ve been given permission to land on the high school field.” Lillian was flying the helicopter. One of her many skills.

“Good.” Steve spoke into the headset he and the five members of the SWAT team were wearing.

As they got closer, Steve was able to pinpoint Rosalyn’s location. A hotel about two miles south of the high school. Steve provided the info to Lillian, who relayed it to the local police, who would also be providing them transportation to the hotel. They landed a few minutes later.

The local deputies were there with a county van to take the SWAT team and Steve to the location. Steve could tell the team was ready.

There wasn’t anybody he would want at his back more than these men—and this woman—right here.

“You guys...” He looked at Derek, then at Lillian. He needed to express how important Rosalyn was to him.

“No need to say it, boss,” Derek told him. “We’ll get her out, safely.”

They were less than a minute out when the news came over the van’s CB unit.

“We’ve got reports of shots fired at the Best Holiday hotel on Thirty-Second Street.”

That was the hotel where Rosalyn’s tracker had stopped.

Steve’s curse was foul. The van squealed into the hotel parking lot and Steve and the team poured out the back door before it even stopped moving.

The place was surrounded by cop cars, officers using their vehicles for cover, weapons drawn.

Steve rushed up to the officer in charge, a kid, probably in his mid-twenties. Doubtful he had any experience with this sort of situation. “I’m Steve Drackett, head of the Critical Response Division of Omega Sector. I need your name and a rundown of the situation.”

“Keith Holloway, sir. Evidently a man was bringing in his exhausted pregnant wife, who’d been very sick. He was half carrying her, according to one witness. But then she started screaming that he was kidnapping her and he pulled out a gun. Shot the clerk.”

“How long have you been out here?” he asked Holloway.

“Less than two minutes, sir.”

Steve looked over at Ashton. “Got any ideas for a distance shot?”

Ashton was already putting his distance scope on his rifle. “It will be hard without knowing where Rosalyn is.”

“I’m going in to draw him out. As soon as you can get a good shot, you take it.”

“Steve—” Derek put an arm out as Steve stood up.

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