It took them too long to suit up, and they broke speed limits galore on the way there. Malcolm drove, being the only one without bullet holes, concussions, or broken bones. They wore outdated bulletproof vests and had armed themselves with guns, knives, and even a couple of grenades Angus had somehow secured last month. Roscoe wore his FBI vest and looked bigger than normal. But would they get there in time?

It had been over thirty minutes since Brigid had reached out, and he couldn’t be sure how long her message had taken to get to him via some social networking site. She had to be alive. Fear caught him around the throat, and he calmed himself, going into battle mode. No emotion, just rational thought.

They parked two blocks away. “Wolfe and Raider, you take front,” Angus said. “Malcolm and I will take back. This is shock and awe, but try not to kill the senator. We’re in enough trouble right now.”

Raider cut Wolfe a look. If the bastard had hurt either woman, he was going to bleed.

Forgetting all of his aches and pains, Raider crept low around the stone wall and surveyed the front of the house. High-end, brick and stone, no security visible. It was a nice neighborhood of rich people, and no doubt the senator didn’t want guards everywhere. However, there would be plenty inside, he was sure.

He looked at Wolfe. The guy had fresh bandages in place, his breathing was shallow, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. But there was nobody else on earth Raider would want backing him right now. “You good?”

“Yep.” Wolfe withdrew his weapon and studied the house. Twin windows showcased darkened rooms on either side of the main door. “I say we go in through glass.”

That would definitely be shock and awe. Raider studied the angles. “Keep your head down and try to lead with your shoulder. Your good one.” He’d do the same. “On three. See you inside.” He bumped forearms with Wolfe and stayed low, putting himself in position. Then he counted, took a running start, and fired his gun at the top of the window. The glass cascaded down, and he timed his entry perfectly after the glass had scattered over the shrubs, landing just inside and rolling by a dining room table already set with fancy china.

A man with an automatic machine gun ran around the corner, firing wildly in Raider’s direction and hitting the china cabinet. Chrystal blasted apart, its shards flung every which way. A piece cut into Raider’s hand, and he winced, raising his weapon and firing.

The guy went down, still spraying.