Wolfe looked up the long distance to the road above. “I have the other cop car up there. We can drive on I-90 for a couple of miles just to get free, and then we need to ditch it. Fast.”

The local cops would be looking for it before HDD could intervene, provided HDD decided to help. Angus nodded and then instantly regretted the motion as pain dropped him to his knees.

Wolfe looked down at him. “This is gonna hurt. I’m sorry.” He leaned down and hauled Angus over his shoulder.

The blood rushed to Angus’s damaged skull, lights exploded, and he heaved. His stomach was empty, so nothing came out. Wolfe ducked his head and began running up the hill, holding Angus as tight as possible to keep from jostling him. Angus closed his eyes to avoid watching the uneven ground rush by.

Man, Wolfe was tough. Angus weighed about two-twenty and was mainly muscle. Wolfe ran full bore up the rocky hill without a hitch in his stride. He’d been a good choice to join the Deep Ops unit. The guy was as solid as they came. Physically, anyway.

They reached the cop car and Wolfe dropped to his haunches so Angus could stand and fall into the passenger side. Pain ripped up Angus’s body. Then Wolfe ran around, jumped in, and peeled away from the embankment.

Angus tried to hold on to consciousness as long as he could. “Raider?”

Wolfe tapped his earbud. “Negotiating with Eddie, but he sounds funny. Like he’s in pain. He hasn’t given me any indication of the seriousness of his injuries.”

Damn it. “We’re going to need a doctor.” In addition, they required treatment without leaving medical records. “Any thoughts?”

“Let’s pick up Raider after they drop him off, and we’ll figure out where to go from there.” Wolfe looked at him, still driving fast, and his face wavered into two Wolfes. “Force?”

“Nope.” Force finally let the darkness take him. But everything still hurt.

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One

Brigid typed quickly, making sure there were no reports of stolen police cars from the small New York town, her worry over her father and Raider turning to acid in her stomach. The day had been long, and her back muscles might never relax again. The elevator dinged its normal announcement of arrivals, and she lurched from her chair and into the main room.

Malcolm sat hunched over a stack of papers, while Pippa was setting up a nice buffet on one of the desks. It looked like chicken casserole, rolls, and Caesar salad, and it smelled delicious. Roscoe sat on his furry haunches next to Pippa, his intense gaze on the biggest dish.

Brigid nodded at the quiet brunette and then moved for the elevator.