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Someone was still up. Reid rubbed his gritty eyes. Double duty was starting to wear on him. He missed the benefits of working as a team. They all would have had assignments. He could have spent more time in the program, watching for clues. Colby would work on intel. Mace usually ran surveillance. Thane. He wouldn’t be there. He was too busy handling Celine.
Reid tossed the bag of chips aside. The team wouldn’t function the same, but they’d get the job done. As second in command, he had the same leadership style as Thane. He allowed the guys to take initiative. He also didn’t mind them respectfully sharing input.
While he was gone, they were combing through their last mission, trying to find answers. Where did the ball get dropped? What had they missed? Was Dalir mission ineffective when it came to providing the right supernatural intel? Dalir had the power to decide a lot of things, but if they made that determination about him, he’d have to confront him. As a incorporeal presence, Dalir couldn’t physically put boots on the ground to get things done. They put their asses on the line for him. If he messed up, they suffered.
He spotted Dent driving his gray Lexus out of his garage. The milky predawn added shadows to the quiet suburban street.
Reid sat up in the driver’s seat. As Dent turned right at the end of the block, he followed. After hours of energy drinks and boredom, expectancy surged blood through his veins. The landscape of subdivisions changed to open road. Cars sped by. Reid kept Dent’s car in view but stayed several vehicles behind. He couldn’t let the program manager out of his sight. Dent either had DELILAH with him or planned to pick the formula up on the way. Eventually a window would open to phase in and scoop it up. Or he’d make one. He’d phase the formula back with him. West had an expert on standby to diffuse the nanotech.
They merged onto the interstate. Pre-rush-hour traffic sped freely down the lanes. A tractor-trailer carrying a load of long pipes blew past. Shutters shook the wheel. Brake lights flashed one after the other in front of him. The solid hit of fiberglass and breaking car windows kicked up his heart rate. Wheels squealed on the pavement. Cars veered and spun out of control.
Shit. Reid steered away from the collision. The SUV vibrated as it crossed over the rumble strip. He jammed on the brake and jerked to a stop. He got out the car. The odor of gas and burned rubber permeated the air. Reid ran toward the three-car pileup and the tractor-trailer.
A large metal pole crushed the hood of the Lexus near the windshield.
Blood dripped from the side of Dent’s head and over his closed eyes. The dashboard trapped his legs. They’d have to cut him out.
Reid opened the driver’s side door. “Frank, it’s Sergeant Montgomery. Can you hear me?”
A dark haired woman ran to Reid’s side. “Ambulances are on the way.”
Dent groaned. “DELILAH.”
Reid’s heart galloped. “Where is she, Frank? Stay with me. Is DELILAH in the car?
“In the back.”
“There’s no one else in the car,” the woman said. “He must be delirious.”
“Keep him talking.” Reid opened the back driver’s side door. A metal case lay on the floor. Sirens wailed in the distance. He couldn’t do anything more for Dent. Reid snagged the case. As he sped into the golden tunnel of the phase, wetness spilled on to his hand. A fiery sensation raged up his arm and boiled in his chest. Still he held onto the case. Even as a cold brush of energy shoved him into darkness.
Chapter 7
The future
“I’m okay. I can handle this.” Lauren adjusted her cellphone next to her ear. She took the suitcase out of the trunk of her car.
“I know. It’s not that I think you can’t.” Ari sighed. “I just hate that you’re up there alone. Are you sure you want to do this?”
Almost two years had passed since her father had died from a heart attack. Him leaving her the cabin in
Reid tossed the bag of chips aside. The team wouldn’t function the same, but they’d get the job done. As second in command, he had the same leadership style as Thane. He allowed the guys to take initiative. He also didn’t mind them respectfully sharing input.
While he was gone, they were combing through their last mission, trying to find answers. Where did the ball get dropped? What had they missed? Was Dalir mission ineffective when it came to providing the right supernatural intel? Dalir had the power to decide a lot of things, but if they made that determination about him, he’d have to confront him. As a incorporeal presence, Dalir couldn’t physically put boots on the ground to get things done. They put their asses on the line for him. If he messed up, they suffered.
He spotted Dent driving his gray Lexus out of his garage. The milky predawn added shadows to the quiet suburban street.
Reid sat up in the driver’s seat. As Dent turned right at the end of the block, he followed. After hours of energy drinks and boredom, expectancy surged blood through his veins. The landscape of subdivisions changed to open road. Cars sped by. Reid kept Dent’s car in view but stayed several vehicles behind. He couldn’t let the program manager out of his sight. Dent either had DELILAH with him or planned to pick the formula up on the way. Eventually a window would open to phase in and scoop it up. Or he’d make one. He’d phase the formula back with him. West had an expert on standby to diffuse the nanotech.
They merged onto the interstate. Pre-rush-hour traffic sped freely down the lanes. A tractor-trailer carrying a load of long pipes blew past. Shutters shook the wheel. Brake lights flashed one after the other in front of him. The solid hit of fiberglass and breaking car windows kicked up his heart rate. Wheels squealed on the pavement. Cars veered and spun out of control.
Shit. Reid steered away from the collision. The SUV vibrated as it crossed over the rumble strip. He jammed on the brake and jerked to a stop. He got out the car. The odor of gas and burned rubber permeated the air. Reid ran toward the three-car pileup and the tractor-trailer.
A large metal pole crushed the hood of the Lexus near the windshield.
Blood dripped from the side of Dent’s head and over his closed eyes. The dashboard trapped his legs. They’d have to cut him out.
Reid opened the driver’s side door. “Frank, it’s Sergeant Montgomery. Can you hear me?”
A dark haired woman ran to Reid’s side. “Ambulances are on the way.”
Dent groaned. “DELILAH.”
Reid’s heart galloped. “Where is she, Frank? Stay with me. Is DELILAH in the car?
“In the back.”
“There’s no one else in the car,” the woman said. “He must be delirious.”
“Keep him talking.” Reid opened the back driver’s side door. A metal case lay on the floor. Sirens wailed in the distance. He couldn’t do anything more for Dent. Reid snagged the case. As he sped into the golden tunnel of the phase, wetness spilled on to his hand. A fiery sensation raged up his arm and boiled in his chest. Still he held onto the case. Even as a cold brush of energy shoved him into darkness.
Chapter 7
The future
“I’m okay. I can handle this.” Lauren adjusted her cellphone next to her ear. She took the suitcase out of the trunk of her car.
“I know. It’s not that I think you can’t.” Ari sighed. “I just hate that you’re up there alone. Are you sure you want to do this?”
Almost two years had passed since her father had died from a heart attack. Him leaving her the cabin in
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