Jack stormed toward the nightstand and yanked it open.
And inside...he found a photograph. A framed picture of Rachel. She was smiling. She looked happy.
In that picture, she was standing right beside Dylan Foxx. The guy had his arm wrapped around Rachel’s shoulders.
Jack’s fist slammed into the glass, shattering it.
* * *
DYLAN’S PHONE BEGAN to beep. He yanked it up and cursed when he saw the screen. “Turn the vehicle around,” he ordered Thomas. “Now.”
Thomas braked. The SUV jerked to a stop.
“What’s happening?” Rachel asked as she turned toward him.
Dylan looked at her. “I have a few backup security devices at my place. Someone just triggered one of those alarms.”
Her eyes widened.
Thomas spun the vehicle around.
Dylan scrolled through the alerts that had just come through on his phone. “The main system is showing an all-clear signal, but the motion sensor in the bedroom says that someone is in there right now.”
“Jack?” Rachel whispered.
He thought so. Because Jack was good at getting past security systems. You just weren’t good enough this time.
The tires squealed as Thomas raced back toward Dylan’s building.
* * *
JACK STEPPED ON pieces of the shattered frame. Dylan had just revealed too much.
She was in his bed. He keeps her photograph close.
Jack advanced toward the door.
And his gaze lifted, just for a moment. He saw the small white box mounted in the corner of the bedroom, about a foot away from the door. A little, red light glinted on that box.
Motion sensor.
He smiled. Well, well. Jack wondered how much time he’d have before Dylan came racing back to the scene.
Jack bent and pulled the knife from the sheath at his ankle. If Dylan got back too quickly, then Jack would handle him.
Maybe today will be the day that you die, Dylan Foxx.
Jack strode out of the bedroom.
* * *
AS SOON AS Thomas’s SUV stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, Rachel jumped from the vehicle. She ran toward Dylan’s building.
Dylan grabbed her arm. His hold hauled her back around. “What are you doing?”
Uh, her job? She had her weapon out, and she was ready to confront Jack.
“We go in together,” Dylan said as his hold tightened on her. “We don’t know what we might find inside.”