And it would cost her.
Smiling at her blunder, he anticipated her capture and clicked on his walkie-talkie.
“She’s heading west,” he
said tightly.
“I see her,” was the whispered reply.
“Intercept her.”
“And then?”
“You know what to do.”
He clicked off.
Such a predictable move.
And so unlike her.
Heart thudding, he squinted into the darkness. Something about the way she ran… her gait, just wasn’t quite right.
Or was it all a trick of the shifting moonlight? The thin veil of clouds clouding his vision?
Unsure he retraced what he’d just seen as he headed for the stairs. He knew he’d just watched her attempt to escape.
Still… an icy niggle of fear scraped down his spine.
Fuck!
This is wrong!
Something’s off!
All wasn’t lost.
Yet.
His team was in position, five of his most trusted soldiers, circling her as she sped toward stable. He eased away from the window, then ran to the back stairs of the chapel.
Really? The front entrance?
Not far from a large security light pole where a shimmering blue haze illuminated the surrounding grounds?
Why not try the back door?
Or climb the fence?
Or jimmy open a window… away from security cameras?
In a second, he felt as if he’d been sucker-punched.
Lauren was far too smart for this.
“Son of a bitch,” he whispered aloud as he sped down three flights of steps. He clicked on the walkie and ordered, “Stand down.”
“Too late.” The answering voice sounded metallic over the static. “She’s spotted us.”