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into a small metal-walled room. It looked like an entryway but there was no obvious way out except the door they’d just used. “I don’t get it.”
    “Nothing is ever what it seems in Garrett’s world. Or in mine, for that matter.”
    A lesson she knew all too well after her house had blown up. “You probably shouldn’t say that to a woman you barely know. Doesn’t exactly build trust.”
    Jeremy motioned to the wall in front of her. With a scrape, it started to rise. Darkness filled the edges of the dark cavern on the other side. Water dripped in the distance, mixing with the screech of the wall against its tracks. When it hit the halfway point, the backlit image in the middle of the room came into focus.
    “Sara.” Jeremy whispered the name as his hand dropped from around her and his gun appeared in a flash.
    “Do not move, Mr. Hill.” The menacing voice ripped through the empty room and slapped her in the face.
    A man dressed all in black stood with his arm wrapped around the neck of a petite blonde. More menacing was the gun aimed at her head. Fear radiated off her as her chest rose and fell on hard thumping breaths. Her fingers clawed at her attacker’s forearm and tears flooded her eyes.
    Meredith could feel the other woman’s every breath and every drip of panic. This had to be Sara, which meant they’d arrived too late.
    “Garrett.” Tension held the woman’s jaw tight as she spoke.
    Meredith could tell the difference between the brothers. It was more than an issue of hairstyle. The distinctions ranged from the cadence of their steps to the subtle shades in their facial expressions. If Meredith knew, Sara knew. You couldn’t love a man and not know. She was using Garrett’s name for a reason, whatever it was.
    “What do you want?” Jeremy took a step away from Meredith, but his gun didn’t leave his side.
    “Put your weapons on the floor. All of them.” The man pointed his gun at Meredith. “And just who are you?”
    When she tried to move forward, Jeremy put out his arm and signaled for her to stay still. “She stays with me. She’s not involved in this.”
    “Then you shouldn’t have brought her with you. Your mistake.” The man braced his legs apart and shifted the gun until it aimed at Meredith’s heart. “What’s your name, and no games. Tell me what I want to know or Sara Paulson dies.”
    The shock of hearing Sara’s full name for the first time broke Meredith out of her stunned silence. Fear rumbled through every part of her body. Her legs shook hard enough to knock her over. It took all her concentration to hold still. “Meredith.”
    “Hill, if you care about Meredith or Sara here, you’ll dump those weapons now. I won’t tell you again. Not when I have all these bullets with your name on them.”
    “Screw you.”
    “Since you know how to follow orders, I have to assume you don’t think I’m serious.” The attacker took an exaggerated sniff of Sara’s hair. “Should I hurt one of these lovely ladies as proof? Maybe you’re the type who prefers that sort of thing.”
    Jeremy stood there for another few seconds before his hand moved to the band on his arm. Bending his knees, he dropped two guns on the floor. “Now we can talk.”
    “Slide them over here.”
    “No.”
    “Maybe you need to learn the hard way.” The man smiled as he tightened his arm and tipped Sara’s head back. His mouth hovered right over her ear and their cheeks touched.
    “Stop.” One gun, then the other skidded across the cement toward the attacker but out of grabbing range.
    “Nice try, but I’ll take the one at your ankle and everything else you have on you.”
    “Garrett.” The plea for help was clear from the wobble in Sara’s voice.
    Her hands shook and her eyes mirrored the fear clogging Meredith’s throat, threatening to choke her. She had no idea how Sara kept on her feet.
    “Satisfied?” Jeremy asked as he dumped a small gun and two knives to the floor.
    “Now the