Alpha One (Shadow Agents 1)

His bullet blasted out, still heading for its target. A man screamed even as Logan grabbed for...

Juliana?

She’d been the one to knock into him. He twisted her, shoving her body behind his.

Gunner had already made his way to the window. He flew out with his hands, breaking the gunman’s wrist and sending the weapon tumbling through the ground.

Logan’s gaze swept over Juliana. Okay. She’s okay.

He pushed her back and rushed to his feet. In the next instant, Logan was at Gunner’s side. Logan grabbed the now-moaning man and dragged his sorry hide through the window.

Gunner kicked the man’s discarded weapon a good five feet away.

Juliana had risen to her feet now. She still had her gun out—and aimed right at the moaning man.

Blood streaked down his face. He glanced up at her, and his lips twisted in a sneer. “You’re...the one...”

Logan put his own weapon under the man’s chin. “Where is he?”

The man’s gaze, a dark brown, turned back to Logan. His sneer stretched. “The lover...think you’re keeping her safe?” A shake of his head. “You’re the one killing her...leading us...right to...her.” The man’s voice was raspy. As Logan stared at him, he could see the jagged scars from an old injury that crossed the man’s neck.

“No one’s killing her,” Logan growled. “You can be sure of that.” He shoved the man back. He had to. The temptation to attack was much too strong.

Logan positioned his body near Juliana. He didn’t want her to see what was coming, but he couldn’t let her leave. Not with the chaos outside. What if Gunner was wrong? What if there were more men? Gunner hadn’t known about this one....

Gunner had shoved the man down to the floor, got him on his knees, and Gunner’s weapon rested at the back of the man’s head. “Who sent you?” They already knew, yet the question still had to be asked. They needed the man to confess.

But the bleeding man just laughed.

“Tell us,” Logan snarled.

The man’s laughter slowly faded. He tried to tilt his head to see Juliana, ignoring the gun pressed so close to him as if it truly weren’t there. “Ah...little señorita...he’ll keep coming for you.”

Logan felt Juliana’s hand tighten on his arm. “Your voice... I remember you.”

Then she lunged forward, trying to get to the man. Logan caught her around the waist and hauled her back.

“You were there!” Juliana yelled at the kneeling man. “That first night in Mexico, you were the one who took me.... You kept saying...little señorita! I didn’t see your face, but your voice—I’ll never forget it!”

He didn’t move. Juliana sure did. She twisted and fought like a wildcat in Logan’s arms. He snatched the gun from her hand and held her as tightly as he could.

If Juliana really could tie this man to her kidnapping, and they could link him to Guerrero, make him talk...

“I know your voice....” she snarled.

The voice was distinctive.

“I know you,” Juliana said. She had stopped fighting, for the moment. Logan wasn’t about to make the mistake of letting her go. The woman could just be trying to trick him.

Their captive’s head had lowered. His shoulders sagged inward a bit.

“You work for Diego Guerrero,” Gunner charged. He’d never once relaxed his stance. “And you’re going to tell us everything we want to know about your boss, unless you want to wind up like your friends.”

“Who are you?” Logan wanted to know. They’d start with a name and tear the guy’s life apart, link him to Guerrero. Find the man and then—

Their captive’s head tilted. He actually lifted his chin and shoved the back of his head against Gunner’s gun, as if daring the other man to shoot. “Mi nombre es Luis Sanches.”

Logan nodded. Okay, now they were—