“My partner got a call from someone posing as an Agency analyst that said Braxton was spotted in Roswell with a little girl. We headed that way immediately. Once we got ahold of Black to tell him the change, he blew his top saying that it had to be Kip Lunceford’s doing.”
Sean knew how brilliant the psycho could be. Breaking into an agent’s phone was child’s play to Lunceford. This was all a game to the fucker, and right now, Kip was winning.
“Black ordered us back here to report to you,” White continued.
Sean’s appreciation for Black grew. He was putting them in the driver’s seat.
The EMTs took Jena’s mom out the front door.
Jena stepped up beside him, determination back in her green eyes. She glared at White. “Where is my child?” She must’ve been listening while they were talking.
White’s phone rang. He looked at the screen. “This is from our team. White here. Yes. You are? The line went dead.” The agent turned to him. “That was another tip that Braxton is in a motel on the outskirts of the city.” He handed the phone to Matt, who took down the address. “Don’t get your hopes up, miss. It might be Lunceford again.”
“It’s all we have to go on. Even if it is Kip pulling the strings, I have to go.” Jena turned to him and Matt. “I’ve got to find Kimmie right now. I’ll just have to check on my mom later.”
Sean put his arm around her. “Your mom is tough. She’ll be okay.”
White motioned to his partner. “We’ve got this here. Go.”
As they ran out the door, Sean did something he hadn’t done since standing next to Matt and watching the flames of the compound take his parents’ lives. He prayed.
* * * *
Jena looked at the flea trap motel the anonymous caller had sent them to. “There it is.”
“I’m going to park across the street so he doesn’t see us,” Sean said.
My baby’s got to be okay. Please, God, let her be okay.
“Room seven,” Matt reminded them. “There looks to be about ten rooms in the entire place. If you park in front of that truck, we’ll have the best view.”
As Sean stopped the car, she saw Carl come out of a room with a cigarette in his hand. “Oh my God.”
She didn’t hesitate, jumping out of the car, pu
lling out her gun, and running to the man who had her baby.
From behind, she could hear Matt and Sean calling her name.
It didn’t matter.
Kimmie needed her.
She couldn’t stop for them or for anyone.
She had to save her baby, had to hold her again. “Where’s Kimmie, you bastard?”
Carl rushed her.
She fired, but he kept coming.
Before she could get another round off, he grabbed her, twisting the gun out of her hand. “You hit me, bitch.”
“Let her go, Braxton.” Matt aimed his pistol at the fucker.
Jena couldn’t see Sean. Where was he?
Carl squeezed her against his chest, keeping his body behind hers. He held the gun to her head. “Put down your weapon, asshole, or she dies.”