Alpha One (Shadow Agents 1)

He didn’t even glance back at her as he walked.

The front door hung open. He was just about to head out that door now.

“Wait!” She hated to get close to him, but there wasn’t a choice. Juliana rushed forward and shoved the gun into his side. She didn’t know what might be waiting out there, and she wanted a shield.

He grunted when the barrel of the gun dug into his body. “So different...than the girl in Mexico.”

“Maybe you didn’t know that girl so well.”

His eyes flashed at her.

“Anyone comes at me, I’ll kill you.” Just so they were clear.

His head inclined toward her. “I think you mean it.”

“I do.”

“Pity...” Th

en he started walking, nice and slow. “Don’t you wonder why more cops aren’t here? Why it was just your lover and the skeleton staff of guards?”

Yes, she did. Where the hell was the backup?

When she went outside, all she saw was carnage. Bodies on the ground. Men moaning, twisting. Shattered glass. Susan—

Juliana jerked her gaze away.

“Money can buy anything in America. A slow response time from cops. The right intel from a disgruntled detective who feels like everyone is going over his head on yet another case.”

Two men had risen from the ground. They were bloody, bruised, but coming right toward them.

“Tell them not to come any closer,” Juliana whispered.

“Don’t come any closer,” he called out easily enough. “Such a shame that things had to be this way between us. You know, I became quite fond of you in Mexico.”

The man was the best liar she’d ever met. “Where’s Logan?”

She didn’t see him. Hope had her heart racing too fast in her chest. Guerrero was a liar, but maybe, maybe Logan wasn’t dead.

Don’t be dead.

Guerrero pointed to a black van that was idling on the right. “In there.”

She kept her gun to his side. They walked slowly toward that van. It seemed to take them forever to reach that spot.

Where is Jasper? He should be out there but she sure couldn’t see any sign of him.

“Open the door,” Juliana ordered when they drew close to the van.

Guerrero moved forward. He grabbed the side door on the van and yanked it open. It was dark in the van, but Juliana could just see the crumpled form of...a man inside. She couldn’t tell if the body was Logan’s. It could have been anyone. Any—

Gunfire.

Blasting right near her body. No, near Guerrero. Her head whipped up. Gunner was leaning out of the broken second-story window, firing down on them.

Then Juliana was hit from behind, rammed so hard that she stumbled forward and fell into the back of the van.

More gunfire.