Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents 7)

And...did she hear the sirens coming from Dylan’s phone, too?

“Fifteen minutes,” Jack snapped. “Get here or some fool will die in your place.”

He hung up then.

“Did you get all of that?” Rachel asked the agent on the line because she’d turned her speakerphone on, too.

“Yes,” Helen Grant said, her voice cool and in control. Rachel had worked with the other woman a few times before. “And I’ll get support personnel en route. Dylan, get to Ford’s Theatre. We’ll have a team to back you up.”

Rachel tossed her phone toward Dylan as she ran to the bedroom. It wasn’t just about having another team there. She planned to be there, too. Dylan would have backup all right—me.

She grabbed for her clothes, dressing as quickly as she could. She ran back into the den seconds later.

And saw that Thomas was coming into her apartment. Dylan was at the door, heading out.

He’s leaving me?

“Stay here,” Dylan directed her as he glanced over his shoulder. “This will be over soon.”

He was crazy. “Not happening.” She marched toward him. “I think you’ve got me confused with a civilian—and not an EOD agent.”

His dark eyes glittered down at her. “I don’t have time to argue. Please...just stay here.”

Then he was just—gone. What the hell?

Thomas shrugged and lifted his hands. “My orders are to watch you.”

“And my orders are to bring down Jack. Not just sit here while Dylan risks his life.” Because that wasn’t the definition of a team.

One person facing the danger?

One person being safe?

No way.

She rushed out right after Dylan. Thomas tried to stop her, but she just yanked free of his hold. Her feet thudded down the stairs, and she caught up with Dylan just as he was heading for the door of her building. “It’s a trap!” She grabbed his arm.

He swung around to face her. “You think I don’t know that? Why do you think I want you to stay here with Thomas?”

“So you can face all the danger yourself.” She shook her head. “Teammates take the risk together.” And Jack—he was her problem. It was personal for her. Not just about the EOD. Not just about stopping a killer.

“I don’t have time—”

She sprinted ahead of him and into the night. “Then catch up.”

Dylan’s car waited in the parking spot just a few feet away. She ran toward it.

* * *

RACHEL EXITED THE BUILDING, running ahead of Dylan Foxx.

Jack stiffened.

Rachel had heard his orders. So had Dylan. Dylan was to come to that meeting alone.

He’s not alone.

As Jack watched, Dylan unlocked his car. He was standing at the passenger side, right next to Rachel. They were arguing.