The sound of typing came over the line. “What do you want saved?” Brigid asked.

“All of it,” Dana burst out. “Don’t listen to him. He’s way off, and I don’t want to lose any of my stuff.”

More typing sounded. “I’ll save all of your pictures, but there’s no reason to save GPS or any of that data, is there?”

“Well, no.” Dana craned her neck to watch Wolfe pumping gas, his gaze not wavering from the gas tank. “I guess that’s okay, and I don’t have any articles or story drafts in the cloud or anything.”

Brigid typed faster, the sound rhythmic. “Well, he obviously thinks you’re in danger and wants you to be untraceable. You should probably find out why.”

Dana’s legs shook. “I’ll ask him, but so far, he’s not talking to me.” That Gary Rockcliff had found them and planted a bomb was scary as hell, and she could understand that Wolfe was spooked. Or pissed. Or both. She couldn’t read him.

“Angus said that Roscoe is with you. What’s his mood? He reads the guys pretty well,” Brigid said.

Dana glanced down at the snoring dog. “He’s sleeping, but he’s hungover.”

“Oh. Then he won’t be much help until tomorrow.” Brigid kept typing.

This might be a mistake, but she couldn’t let Wolfe take on the lunatic by himself. “Have the team go to Wolfe’s house and check out his office. Look at the evidence board he has set up.” She was betraying his confidence, and her voice shook. He might hate her, but he’d still be alive.

“Evidence board?” Brigid asked.

“Yes,” Dana whispered.

Wolfe replaced the gas nozzle and then opened his door, holding out his hand. “Phone.”

Dana faltered and handed him his phone, trying to read his expression, but it was like trying to get through a stone wall with no cracks.

“Hey,” Wolfe said into the phone. “Do me a favor and tell Force to be ready. Bye.” He tore his phone apart and beat it into pieces on the ground before tossing it away. He glanced at the dog and retook his seat, shutting his door and driving out of the area. “Seat belt.”

Oh, he did not.

She crossed her arms. “No.”

He checked left and then pulled onto the quiet road. “Belt. Now.”

“Fuck. You.”

His gaze lifted from the pavement to the sky before he yanked the wheel to the right and pulled off the road. Slowly, deliberately, he put the vehicle in park and partially turned to face her. No words. Just burning topaz eyes and a jaw that was solid rock.