Raider drove off the Interstate. “What’s happening?” he asked, his tone calm.

“Dana followed a lead and needs a pickup,” Wolfe said. “She’s been working on a story about a dentist selling prescription drugs out of the back of his practice, mainly to bored housewives, and one of her sources must’ve given her a call after I left her apartment.”

Raider glanced back at Brigid. “Why is Dana calling you?”

“Can’t get to her car,” Wolfe said, urgency lowering his voice. “What the hell is she doing? I told her not to go without backup. That moronic camera guy she uses has never even shot a gun, and chances are she didn’t even take him.”

Brigid petted the purring kitten, her heart rate accelerating. “Isn’t Dana a crime reporter with the Post? And she’s telling you all about her stories?”

“She’s freelance now,” Wolfe said, drawing his gun from the back of his waist. “And she didn’t exactly tell me about her cases.” Darkness and then light alternated inside the cab as they drove quickly past the streetlights. “I might have broken into her apartment and then her computer so I could find out what she’s working on. Her password was almost too easy to guess,” Wolfe admitted, his hand on the gun.

Brigid swallowed. There seemed to be no boundaries to Wolfe’s friendship. Just how dangerous was the ex-soldier? She only knew him in passing at this point, and the lattes and the kitten had disarmed her. Had that all been intentional? “Wolfe, she probably won’t like that invasion of her privacy.” Brigid squinted out the window at a commercial area with a few boarded-up buildings with bars on the windows and doors.

Wolfe pointed down a side street. “Drive to the mom-and-pop convenience store and park there.” A few dented and older vehicles occupied the parking area, while a car or two pulsing with loud, pounding music drove by.

Raider did so, easily pulling into the lot and scanning the area. “Montegue Dentistry?” He pointed to a darkened strip mall directly across the street. “Where is she?”

Wolfe texted something. “She stopped answering.” He glanced back at Brigid. “You and Kat stay down. Raider, I’ll take the back. You go in the front.”

Brigid’s breath quickened. “Wait a minute. If she’s working, did she ask you to come in with guns blazing?”

Just then, a woman dressed in all black burst around the side of the building, running full bore toward them. Her blond hair was secured through a dark baseball cap, and she clutched a camera to her chest. Two men ran behind her, and one fired a shot that missed the woman and pinged off the curb.

“Get down,” Raider ordered, already jumping out of the truck.

Brigid gasped and ducked down, curling over the kitten. How was any of this even happening?