She pressed the button on the garage door opener and scrambled around the footwell searching for the key. Then she realized she didn’t need the fob to start the engine. She put her foot on the brake and pressed the start engine button and threw it into reverse. The person kept firing and the glass chipped but didn’t shatter. Not yet. She careened out into the street and then put the SUV into drive and accelerated away, swerving madly. She didn’t slow near the guard house and burst through the barrier. Her stomach dropped at the guard’s shocked expression but he must have heard the gunshots and was already on the phone, hopefully to cops or armed security professionals. She hoped this lunatic wasn’t behind her because the guard wouldn’t last long in his flimsy structure, although he was armed.

She wanted to call for help but her phone was back in the house. She wasn’t sure where to go. Alex’s house or the bar?

Was Shane even still there? What if he changed his mind and went to her place and accidentally confronted this shooter? A pistol was no match for an automatic weapon. She hung on to the wheel like her life depended on it and headed for the bar, not paying attention to the speed limits or the warning beeps the car kept screaming at her to put on her seatbelt.

What if the bad guy followed her to the bar? The idea she might put Shane or his fellow operators in danger didn’t sit well but they were always armed and they’d know what to do. She couldn’t see anyone following in the rearview mirror and her attacker had been on foot as far as she could tell. Her heart pounded so fast she felt as though she was physically running.

She pulled up directly outside the entrance and ignored the shouts from some guy whose car she almost bumped into, slamming on the brakes just in time.

She staggered out of the SUV, leaving the door wide open and ignoring the pain in her feet as she hobbled toward the building, pushing inside and frantically searching for Shane.

And then there he was, suddenly in front of her, and she grabbed his shirt with both hands and held on tight. He lifted her up and placed her on the counter, pulled away to examine her shredded feet.

“What happened?”

“He ffff-found me.” Her teeth chattered and she was shaking so much she couldn’t spit out the words.

“Who?” Shane demanded. All the FBI people crowded around in a circle.

Panic squeezed her throat shut. “E-e-evi1Geni-us. I think it was him. He attacked my house with a gun.” She gripped him. Concentrated on his dark green eyes because they were steady and calm and she was an absolute wreck. “He might have followed me. You could all be in danger.”

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