Harper nodded. “Yeah, I suppose so.”
He scribbled the name of the community on his pad, shaking his head. A retirement community. Ingenious. He shoved the pad and pen back into the glove compartment and started the ignition.
As he put the car in gear, a knock on the window startled him.
He turned to face the nose of a gun—attached to a giant bear of a man.
* * *
Amber shot up in bed.
She’d had a horrible nightmare. Harper was in trouble. Huge thugs were chasing him, firing shots from long handled shotguns. He ran, huffing and puffing, sweat pouring from his brow into his eyes.
Damn! Why had he and Blake gone out investigating tonight?
She looked at the clock on her nightstand. Four a.m. Surely they were back by now, right?
She called Harper’s cell number. No answer. Blake. Again no answer.
She got out of bed, wrapped herself in a robe, grabbed her key card, and walked across the hall to Harper’s room and knocked.
No answer.
Blake’s room.
Still no answer.
Goddamn them!
She went back to her room and paced across the floor for several minutes, her heart racing. What to do, what to do? She couldn’t go out looking for them. She had no idea where to start.
Oh, yes, she did. Rachel’s.
She’d start at Rachel’s.
Who knew? Maybe they were still there staking out the place. The place had closed to the public an hou
r and a half ago, but who knew what else was going on?
She hurriedly dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and flip-flops, ran a comb through her hair, grabbed her purse, and ran to the elevator.
Adrenaline pumped through her. All cognitive thought ceased except for two words in bold black letters that thumped in her head in time with her heartbeat.
Find Harper.
Chapter Twenty
“Get out of the car now or I’ll blow this lock off and drag you out myself,” the man said.
Harper’s heart lurched, and for a moment he thought he was going to throw up. He took a deep breath and exhaled.
“Shit,” Blake said. “What do we do?”
“We get out,” Harper said, his hands shaking.
Blake was fumbling with his cell phone.
“I said get the fuck out!” The gun banged on the window again.