For answer, he pulled off the road and drove to the first pump at a quaint little gas station, and then stopped the truck. “Give me your phone.” He held out his hand.

She frowned. What was happening? Shrugging, she dug in her purse and brought out her cell phone. “I haven’t called anybody.” In fact, she’d forgotten to even charge it with the excitement of the night before. She looked down at the screen. “The battery is almost dead, and there aren’t any messages or anything.” Was somebody from the team supposed to call her?

“Phone,” Wolfe repeated, his hand out and his tone lacking inflection.

She slapped the phone into his hand with more force than was necessary. “Don’t you believe me?”

“Yes.” He stepped out of the truck, his boots loud on the cracked concrete. Then he tore off the cover and removed the battery, tossing it toward the antique garbage can by the pump. He dropped the phone and stomped on it, sending plastic scattering.

Dana’s mouth gaped. “What are you doing?”

He leaned down to pick up the pieces and then deposited those in the garbage as well. “Do you have any tablets or Bluetooth devices on you?”

It was like talking to a robot. She flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. “What is wrong with you?” she breathed. He had just destroyed her phone.

“Dana.” One word, spoken in a voice with no give.

Had she dropped into an alternate universe? “No. I don’t have a tablet or any Bluetooth devices on me.”

He tugged his phone from his back pocket and hit a speed dial, pressing it to his ear. “Brigid? Hey.” His eyes were hard and remote. “Yeah. Go into Dana’s online accounts, any clouds, and delete everything, would you?”

Dana scrambled to release her seat belt. “Wait a minute.”

Wolfe handed her the phone. “Tell her what you want to save. Pictures only. No data.” He shut the door and moved to the back of the truck to pump gas.

Dana shook her head, her body going numb. “Um, Brigid?”

“Hi. What the heck is up with him?” Brigid burst out. “He sounds weird.”

“Get the full story from Angus.” Dana huddled over the phone, feeling like she should whisper. “He just broke my phone and he’s not talking to me and the guy he’s chasing planted a bomb and it totally changed everything.” She looked behind her, tracking Wolfe’s movements. Betraying Wolfe’s trust right now seemed like a bad idea, but this was all going so wrong so fast.

“A bomb? Is everyone okay?” Brigid asked, her Irish accent deepening.

“Yeah, and I’m sure Angus knows more than I do right now, so definitely call him,” Dana said, which was the truth. “Then call me and tell me everything Wolfe isn’t, if I can’t get it out of him. Which I will. But call me anyway.”