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Something was not right.
She raised her weapon and aimed it true. She took her first step into the kitchen and eyed the room.
Her footsteps were silent as she crept through the kitchen. Nothing appeared out of place. She slipped over to the false drawer she had built into her island. She pushed against the side of the island, and the compartment opened. Inside was nestled a small Glock. She closed it, satisfied it was still in place. As a woman living alone, she had hidden plenty of weapons around her house. Not that she lived in a rough area of Columbia, but she never wanted to be unprepared if someone did catch her by surprise.
Jordan strained to hear any sounds that may be coming from the house. She inched forward, her gun steady in her hands. She paused in the doorway of the kitchen, her gaze sweeping the hallway that led upstairs then toward the living room and small dining room that was connected. The lighting in the room wasn’t bright. Her timers were due to come on in the next twenty minutes or so.
Not seeing anything unusual, she made for the stairs. Her steps were silent and her breathing was regulated. The hairs on her arms stood at attention. She slowly reached the second level. She stopped at the guest bedroom and quietly opened the door. Using every skill she’d been taught, she silently went into the room on guard.
The closet—clear.
The room—untouched.
With her heart pounding, she went down the hallway.
The bathroom—clear.
She said the words in her head as if barking them to her teammates who would be backing her up. Jordan’s aim remained true as she opened the hallway closet doors and found nothing. She paused outside her bedroom door and tried toslow down her thudding heart. Right now would be the time she would need Iker or Zain making some stupid comment that would cause her to laugh and release some tension.
Jordan briefly regretted not calling on at least one of her teammates. They would have been there without question.
Hell, so would Rhys.
She regretted not admitting to him what the problem was. He knew there was something, but she couldn’t get the words to flow out of her.
She could do this on her own.
Jordan released one hand from her gun and reached out and turned the handle to her bedroom. Immediately, she knew something was off. She pushed open the door and stepped inside. What she saw stopped her dead in her tracks.
Her bedroom was in shambles.
The lamp that should have been sitting neatly on her nightstand was lying haphazardly on the floor. Clothes strewn all over the place. Her mattress tossed off her bed and leaning against the wall. Her curtains ripped to shreds, the windows now bare. She tightened her hands on her gun and shoved down all of her emotions. She swept inside and cleared every area of her private domain and master bath. Even that was a disaster.
Thankfully, she didn’t find anyone she would have to shoot. There was only her in the room. She couldn’t relax. Someone had invaded her personal space and ransacked it, and that had her growing even angrier.
Jordan stepped over a pile of towels and clothes resting on the floor.
Should she call anyone? Jordan vetoed that idea. If she did they would certainly start asking questions. She scanned the room again. Who would ignore the rest of the house and come to her bedroom to only tear it up? Nothing looked as if it had been taken.
This was personal.
A message.
Her gaze landed on something she had missed before.
One of her large kitchen knives was embedded in the wall over her headboard with a piece of paper. She swallowed hard and marched over to it. Her heart slammed against her chest. She stood and stared at the words scribbled in familiar handwriting.
Blossom Park. Tonight at seven.
“Shit.” Jordan exhaled.
He was officially making his move. Bravon was here, and he wasn’t going to go anywhere. She had to go and face him. She glanced down at her watch and saw she had about a half hour to get there.
Jordan angrily snatched the piece of paper from the wall. Bravon couldn’t intimidate her any longer. If he wanted to meet then she’d go, but he was going to be very surprised to meet the new her. She spun on her heel and stormed toward the doorway. She paused before leaving and turned, taking in her destroyed room. The flames of her fury flared to life. He would pay for coming into her home and trying to scare her. It would take more than this to accomplish his goal.
12
Jordan stepped from her sedan and slammed the door. She inhaled sharply and took in her surroundings. Bravon may have chosen a public place to meet, but she didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him. There was a playground not too far from where she had parked, and unfortunately, there was a little wooded area that was behind it with a walking path.
