Novak eyed him grimly. Shane knew his boss had called it in already and there would be a team from HRT bearing down on Yael’s house as they spoke.

Her hands shook as he handed her another shot of brandy.

She drank it without arguing.

“Did you recognize him?”

She shook her head. “Mask,” she croaked.

He rested his hands on her hips but had to force himself to not hold her too tight. She was going to have bruises if he wasn’t careful. “I’m getting you out of here to somewhere safe.”

Novak slid a key into his palm and said under his breath, “Use my place in case yours has been compromised. I’m barely using it right now and there might even be food and drink in the fridge. First aid kit in the bathroom, although you should probably take her to the ER and get her stitched up.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Charlotte asked.

Shane glanced from her to Yael whose lip trembled and she looked as if she was about to cry. His heart clenched. She’d almost died tonight. He’d thought the danger was over. He’d let down his guard and failed his mission and he’d almost lost her. Son of a fucking bitch.

“I don’t want to go to the hospital,” Yael said firmly.

“Might be a good idea,” he said easily.

She shook her head and her grip on his hand intensified. “I’m not hurt.”

He begged to differ.

Noam Levitt, one of the Charlie team assaulters, pushed him aside. He was a trained combat medic and had grabbed the bar’s first aid kit from the owner.

“I’ve got this.” He handled her feet gently, cleaned up the blood with antiseptic wipes, pulled out one small piece of glass before closing the two biggest cuts with steri-strips and superglue. Once it had dried, he dabbed antiseptic cream on her foot, then wrapped them both in sterile bandages.

“Nothing too deep,” Noam said to Yael. “Keep an eye on them for infection but I don’t think you need to go to the ER.”

Yael nodded.

“Thanks, man,” said Shane.

Alex Parker walked in the door and pushed through the crowd to the bar. “Are you okay?”

Yael nodded but her teeth were still chattering. “How did you know I was here?”

“There’s a tracker on the SUV,” Alex said.

Made sense.

“When the alarm went off, I checked the cameras. UNSUB left via the backdoor as soon as you drove away. I don’t know where his vehicle was parked but HRT better figure that out fast. He can’t be far away. Do you have the energy to come back to your house and walk me through events? We can do it tomorrow if you’d rather.”

Yael started to shake her head.

Eyewitness statements were more reliable the fresher they were.