Raider coughed. Was Wolfe dead? He couldn’t be. His eyes were just closed for a minute as he sat against the far wall, his hands limp. Raider dragged his attention back to the mobsters. If he was going to help Wolfe, he had to get those guns. “It’s for a miniature Bumblebee Camaro. Thing drives like a dream.”

“I’m going to kill you.” Eddie pointed the gun at Raider’s head, right between the eyes.

Shit. This really hadn’t worked out. Raider’s shoulders settled, and his body relaxed. “Before you do, tell me about Treeson. You knew him as Albert Jones.”

Eddie blinked. “The narc? Ah, damn. He was yours? I had Jonny cut him apart piece by piece.”

Anger blew through Raider so quickly he almost stopped breathing. “Where’s his body?”

Eddie shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, since I’m going to kill you. But he’s in a vacant lot in the Deacon neighborhood. I’m building a bar there next year. Now. You ready to die?”

An image of Brigid, laughing at something he said, filtered across Raider’s vision. The perfect image to take with him into the afterworld. He tried to look for a way out, scanning the room, wanting somehow to see her again.

Eddie smiled, blood dripping from a cut in his lip. “Any last words?”

Raider focused. “Yeah. Never underestimate a wolf.”

Eddie began to turn, but it was too late. Wolfe lifted his powerful weapon and shot him dead center in the chest. Jonny P scrambled for the gun, but Wolfe fired again, hitting Jonny P in the temple. He went down without another sound.

“Shit.” Raider ran to Wolfe and skidded on his knees. “How bad you hurt?”

“Dunno.” Wolfe gingerly dropped the gun and let Raider lift his shirt.

Raider sucked in air. “Okay. Right shoulder, through and through. You’re going to be okay.” Yeah, but he was bleeding a lot. Raider yanked off his shirt. “Keep that against the wound.” Then he took the flash drive from his pocket and ran to the main computer, ignoring the dead tech beneath it. He drew out the paper Brigid had given him and quickly typed in the necessary commands, thankful the kid had still been logged on. The download only took a minute, but felt like hours. Finally, he released the USB. “Got it. Let’s go.”

“Okay.” Wolfe struggled to his feet, his hand over the bloody rag.

Raider’s phone buzzed, and he lifted it with one hand while propping his good shoulder beneath Wolfe’s to help him walk. “Got the info, boss. We’re on our way.”

“Good.” West sounded both pained and furious. “We have a problem.”

Of course they did. “What is it?”

“Brigid and Dana were taken an hour ago. Get here fast.” Raider jerked as Wolfe did the same, having heard Angus. Then, for the first time that crazy night, Raider finally felt fear.

Chapter Forty