“Tell me everything,” Wolfe ordered, opening up the throttle, his hands cold on the steering wheel. Fury threatened to take him, and he tamped it down, only to be assaulted by a great wave of fear. His body bunched as if he’d taken a blow, and he wrestled all feeling into nothingness. “Brigid?”

She swallowed, her hands pressing against the dash when he took a corner too fast. “Raider, Nari, and I were having a late dinner when Mal called and said Gary was inside your house with Dana. Angus was already on his way to Mal’s for some reason, so he got there quickly. Raider and Nari took his truck to go cover the house as well, and I borrowed Nari’s car to pick you up.”

“How long has he had her?” Wolfe asked, his chest pounding.

“Thirty minutes or so. Raider and Nari should be there by now.” Tears filled Brigid’s eyes. “She’ll be okay.”

Wolfe drove faster, winging between other cars and driving on the shoulder when necessary. “His plan must have been to kidnap her, and Malcolm ruined that. He’ll be pissed off to have his plans changed.” He barely missed a motorcycle rider but sped up again anyway.

“Mal thinks Roscoe has been shot,” Brigid whispered.

Wolfe tightened his hold on the steering wheel and punched the gas pedal to the floor. “You have a phone?”

“Yes.” She fumbled for her burner.

“Call Force.” He’d be there by now and was the planner on most operations.

She speed-dialed and pressed the speaker button.

“Force,” Angus answered.

“It’s Wolfe. Give me a status,” he ordered, taking a corner on two wheels and barreling down the country road.

Brigid yelped and grabbed the handle above her window, keeping the phone held out toward him so he could hear.

“It’s a shit show,” Force affirmed. “Rockcliff is inside with Dana and has the blinds drawn. More than likely has the alarm engaged as well. Just a sec.” A pounding erupted, and then he was back. “We’re keeping him occupied as much as possible, but it’s not going to last long. He knows you’re coming, and he’ll want you to find a mess.”

A mess. As in, Dana bloody and dead.

Damn it. Rock no doubt knew about the explosion of his lab, and now he’d want revenge. Possibly, he wouldn’t have anything to lose. “How did he find her?”

“Dunno,” Force gritted out.

Okay. Think, damn it. “He’ll be expecting me to knock down the front door.” Wolfe cut through a field, risking the undercarriage of the vehicle.

“Yeah. What are you thinking?” Force asked as more pounding echoed through the line.

“What are you doing?” Wolfe asked, swerving to avoid a downed tree trunk. Where had that come from?