“Something’s wrong.” She whispered the words so softly, he nearly missed them.
Jaxon sprang past Don, brushing him aside. He raced beside her, reluctant to leave her in such a state. Jaxon was so cool and withdrawn all the time, Don couldn’t believe he was seeing her like this. She didn’t glance his way, instead running flat out toward her foster home. After her mother’s and brother’s deaths and her stepfather’s mysterious disappearance, Russell and Bernice Andrews had taken Jaxx in and given her a loving home. Russell and the other members of his SEALs team had continued her training, recognizing she needed the physical action to alleviate the memories of her traumatic past. Don’s father was part of that team and often talked to his son of the tragedy. No one was absolutely certain whether Tyler Drake had really killed Mathew Montgomery as he had bragged to Rebecca, but there was little doubt he had killed Rebecca and Mathew Jr.
Don had a bad feeling as he sprinted alongside Jaxon. It wasn’t all that hard to keep up; he was in good shape and far taller than she, yet he was sweating. Jaxon had a look on her face that made him certain she knew something he didn’t. Something terrible. He wished he had a cell phone. As he rounded a corner, he spotted an MP.
“Hey, follow us! Come on, something’s wrong!” He yelled it with conviction, not even afraid of making a complete fool of himself. He knew it this time; he knew it the same way Jaxon knew it as they raced up the street toward her foster home.
Jaxon stopped abruptly in the driveway, staring up at the door. It was partially open as if in invitation. Don started past her, but she caught his arm. She was shaking. “Don’t go in. He might still be there.”
Don tried to put an arm around her. He had never seen Jaxon so shaken up. She looked fragile and grief stricken. She pulled away from him, her gaze darting around the yard, searching the terrain. “Don’t touch me, Don. Don’t come anywhere near me. If he even thinks I care about you, he’ll find a way to kill you.”
“You don’t know what’s in that house, Jaxx,” he protested. But a part of him didn’t want to go see if she was right. Evil seemed to permeate the house.
The MPs swaggered their way up the driveway. “You kids better not be wasting our time. What’s going on here? You know whose house this is?”
Jaxon nodded. “Mine. The Andrews’. Be careful. I think Tyler Drake has been here. I think he’s killed again.” She sat down abruptly on the lawn, her legs giving out.
The two MPs looked at each other. “Is this for real?” Everyone had heard about Tyler Drake, a former SEAL operative who had allegedly murdered his family, eluded capture, and was still hiding out somewhere. “Why would he come back here?”
Jaxon didn’t respond. The darkness in her was her answer. Tyler had killed the Andrews family because they had taken her in. She was his, and in his twisted mind they had usurped his position. It should have occurred to her that he would do such a thing. He had murdered her father, thinking her father had no right to her. The same with her mother and brother. Of course he would murder the Andrews. It would make perfect sense to him. She drew up her legs and began to rock herself back and forth. She only glanced up when the two MPs rushed from the house and began to vomit on the immaculate lawn.
Chapter One
Jaxon Montgomery snapped the clip into her handgun and glared at her partner. “This is a setup, Barry. I can smell it. It’s amazing to me that you don’t have a clue. Where’s your sixth sense? I thought men were supposed to have some kind of built-in survival instinct.”
Barry Radcliff snorted derisively. “You’re the one leading the party, honey, and we’re all following you.”
“My point, partner. You have no sense of self-preservation.” Jaxx threw him a teasing grin over her shoulder. “The entire lot of you are worthless.”
“True, but we have good taste. You look great from behind. We’re men, honey—we can’t help the hormones.”
“Is that your excuse? Hormones running amok? I thought you liked living on the edge, you gung-ho kamikaze type daredevils.”
“That’s you. We just go along to pull your cute little butt out of all the trouble you get into,” Barry returned. He glanced at his watch. “You’ve got to decide, Jaxx. Do we try it or call it off?”
Jaxx closed off her mind to everything—the darkness of the night, the biting cold, the adrenaline surging in her blood, needing action. The warehouse was too easily accessible; no way could they search the upper lofts without exposing themselves. She had never been all that happy with the informant. Everything in her screamed it was a setup and she and her fellow police officers were walking into an ambush.
Without hesitation she moved her mouth over the tiny radio. “Abort, guys. I want all of you to pull back and out. Signal when clear. Barry and I will cover until we hear from you. Go now.”
“That strong?” She could hear the grin in Barry’s voice. “Wonder woman.”
“Oh, shut up,” she replied rudely, her voice mild but edged with worry. Her eyes were restless, constantly moving, sweeping the entire area around them. The feeling of danger was intensifying.
The tiny receiver in her ear crackled. “Are we going to let a woman losing her nerve cost us the biggest bust in history?” That was the new guy. The one who had been placed on her team against her will. The one who had some kind of political pull in the department and was on his way up. Benton. Craig Benton.
“Stand down, Benton. That’s an order. We can argue over it later,” Jaxx commanded, but she knew, with a sinking heart, that he was the cause of the inner warnings shrieking at her. Benton wanted to be a hero. But there was no room for heroes in her line of work.
Barry was swearing beside her, his body already rigid. He knew it as well as she did. Barry had been her partner long enough to know that when Jaxx said there was trouble, there was hell out there. “He’s going in. He’s going in. I see him at the side door.”
“Fall back, Barry,” Jaxx snapped, already moving forward. “I’ll try to pull him out. You get the rest of the world down here, because there’s going to be a war. Keep our guys out of there until we have help. It’s an ambush.”
She was so small and slender, dressed in her dark clothes and cap, Barry could barely make her out in the darkness of the night. She never made a sound when she moved. It was eerie. He found himself continually glancing at her to assure himself she was with him. Now he moved, too. No way was his partner going into that building without him. He issued the orders, called in the backup, but he followed her. He told himself it had nothing to do with Jaxx Montgomery and everything to do with partnership. It had nothing to do with love and everything to do with the job.
“You should see this place,” the radio crackled in their ears. “Get in here. It’s loaded with enough chemicals to blow up half the city.”
“You idiot, it’s loaded with enough chemicals to blow up the building with you in it. Now get the hell out of there.” It was Jaxx at her best. Her voice was soft and cutting, a whip of pure contempt. Anyone hearing that voice became a believer.
Craig Benton glanced uneasily to his right and then his left. The place suddenly gave him the creeps. He began a slow retreat, backing toward the door. At once something bit at his leg, high and ugly, knocking him backward and down. He found himself on the cold cement floor, staring up at the loft. The place remained silent. He put his hand down to touch his leg and found a mush of raw hamburger. He screamed. “I’m hit, I’m hit! Oh, God, I’m hit!”
Jaxon would have gone through the door first, but Barry slammed his shoulder into her, knocking her slight figure to the side. He dove into the warehouse, rolling to his right, looking for cover of any kind. He heard the whine of bullets as they zipped past him and embedded themselves in the crate behind him. He thought he got off a warning to Jaxx, but he couldn’t be sure as he crawled toward Benton. Things were happening too fast, and his vision had narrowed toward his purpose—pulling out the stupid kid and getting the hell out of there.