“We’ll get him,” John promised. “If not today, then soon. Can you reach up and get that off?”

Despite his words, frustration still coursed through her. He’d slipped away from them again and again. He’d put a bomb on Norah. Molly didn’t want to catch him someday. She wanted to bring him down now.

Reaching up, she wrestled the snare off her boot. Seeing that she was free, John turned her right side up and set her down. As soon as her feet were on the ground, she took off after Sonny, shouting over her shoulder, “Don’t unbuckle the belt!” Norah and Cara nodded, their faces pale with shock, as Molly focused on finding the bastard who’d tried to blow up her sister.

She was done with his nonsense.

Even as she ran, John keeping pace right next to her, she kept her eyes open for other traps and trip wires. As she reached the end of an aisle, she turned the corner, catching a glimpse of movement to the right as Sonny ducked into a deeply shadowed corridor.

“This way,” she mouthed to John, who nodded grimly. From the look on his face, he was just as fed up with Sonny as she was. They chased after him, and Molly felt a dreaded sense of déjà vu. Except for the lack of patrons, this was just like the night they’d chased him through the bar, the night that ended in a huge explosion. Who knew how many bombs Sonny had planted around the building? The whole thing could go up, killing them all, and there’d be nothing Molly could do to save them.

Shoving the morbid thoughts out of her head, she concentrated on speeding up as they entered the dark corridor.

“Wire!” John shouted, and Molly jumped, hoping that her timing was right to clear the trip wire that was hidden to her in the darkness. When nothing caught on her lower legs, she let out a breath of relief.

“Thanks!”

His teeth flashed white, even in the dim light, as he grinned at her without slowing down. “Nice jump.”

Molly gave an amused snort and was amazed. Only John could make her laugh while chasing a bomb-loving skip. No wonder she loved him so much.

Sonny darted to the left, and Molly sped up, not wanting to lose sight of him. In this maze of a building, it’d be almost impossible to find him again if he disappeared. As soon as she turned down the hallway after him, she dug deep and sprinted even faster. An exit sign lit up the darkness with an eerie green light.

They couldn’t let him get outside. Once he’d left the warehouse, there was nothing to keep him from blowing the entire thing to pieces.

John must’ve had the same thought, because he put on a burst of speed, his long, powerful legs churning as he pulled in front of her. In the dim light of the sign, Molly saw Sonny come to a skidding stop halfway down the corridor. He dug in his pocket, and she flinched, expecting another detonator, but a small flame flared from the object instead. A lighter. She felt relieved for a fraction of a second before she realized that a lighter was just as effective as a detonator.