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“We can get this done real fast, then get you into a clean shirt in no time, I promise.

Nolan was as good as his word. Before she could form a question about his daughter, he was done.

“Now I’ll pretend you’re my daughter and get you into this shirt. We can get this done, easy-peasy.” He undid the tubing from the IV, put the shirt over her head, then easily threaded her arms through the sleeves. He took out an alcohol swab, cleaned the IV, and reattached the tubing. The smaller bag was half-empty now.

“There you go, you’re all set. How do you feel?”

“Like I might live,” she rasped out.

“Damn right you will,” the driver yelled. “Hold on back there, I’m going to turn us around.”

Jenny would have fallen over if it hadn’t been for Nolan grabbing her. But the whirl of the car was too much for her. She got so dizzy that she felt herself fade.

“Nolan?”

“Right here.”

“Sorry.”

She passed out.

8

Brax’s satellite phone rang. It was Gideon.

“Jenny’s alive. She’s passed out, but Nolan’s pumping her full of fluid and antibiotics.”

“Good. That’s good. But we’ve got a problem. Jase has been hit. It’s not looking too good. We need Nolan.”

Brax calculated that it had been half a klick back from where he had turned the SUV around. Before that he’d driven in reverse for maybe three klicks. This time, he could drive forward.

“I can get him to you in thirty minutes in this rain.”

“We’ll meet you halfway. We’re in the van. Then we’ll follow you.”

“I need someone else to drive this when I go back to work on Jenny.”

“Understood. It’ll be Ryker.”

Brax blew out a breath of relief. Ryker would be his choice of driver.

“Good. I’ll get there as fast as I can,” Brax told his second in command.

He put the SUV in reverse and sent up a prayer for Jase. Nothing could happen to him. Nothing. Not now that his friend was married to Bonnie and had two kids.

Not now, God. Not now.

As soon as he saw the break in the road that gave him more space, he yelled back. “Brace!” Then he made the three-point turn and skidded forward. Hopefully, whoever was driving the van with Jase in it had found another spot to turn around that he had missed.

“I’ve got your position,” Gideon said over Brax’s phone. “You’re seventeen hundred meters ahead of us. Start slowing down.” Gideon always had a lock on all of them. Their second in command tracking the members of Omega Sky had saved their asses on multiple occasions.

He heard Gideon yell at Ryker to slow down as well.

Brax took it easy. Now that he had built up a good speed, he didn’t want to have the SUV skid again by hitting the brakes too hard.

Were those headlights ahead, or was he dreaming?

“Twelve hundred meters, Brax. You keep coming, we’re backing up. We saw a place for you to turn around about a klick back.”