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Chapters (45)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. EPILOGUE

Skye and Trace both spun in unison and raced up the hill, leaving Conn to lay down cover fire behind them. They hit the ridge and flattened themselves on the ground just over the top of the rise. Petrov’s men were firing from the bottom of the hill—what seemed an army of them.

“If they flank us,” Skye said, “we won’t be able to hold out long.”

“Where the hell is that chopper?” Trace said, repeating her thoughts.

Skye watched Petrov’s men spreading out, circling, making their way around their position on the hill. Her heart was hammering so hard she didn’t hear the helicopter coming in until dirt started swirling around her.

The helo hovered. Trace raced for the cargo bay door and slid it open.

“Go!” Conn said. Skye took off at a crouching run, threw herself into the opening, and Trace followed her in. Then Conn was there, and the helo was lifting away.

She glanced toward the cockpit, glimpsed the profile of the pilot, recognized the shadow of beard that lined the hard jaw of Morgan Burke. So not only a marine but a marine helicopter pilot.

For the first time, it occurred to Skye that bullets were no longer flying in their direction. As Burke worked the controls and the helicopter gained altitude, she could see a wave of flashing, red-and-blue lights below. Law enforcement had arrived, and agents were swarming the house and grounds.

“Dammit, you’re hit.” Trace knelt beside her, eased her down on the floor of the chopper. Then Conn appeared at her side.

“It’s only a crease,” she told them. “It hurts like blazes, but it isn’t serious.”

Conn ignored her. He found the first-aid kit and went to work as the helicopter winged its way back toward Las Vegas. The sparkling array of lights continued to build below them as more law enforcement arrived, and Skye breathed a sigh of relief. Then she thought of Edge, and her relief disappeared.

“What about Edge?”

“No idea,” Conn said, his features grim as he swabbed the gash in her upper arm. “None of us has heard a word from him.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

“LET’S HEAD BACK,” DUTCH SAID, SATISFIED THAT THE TRUCK WAS on its way. They walked toward the van.

“Where are they taking the load?” Edge asked, his gaze following the big rig.

“The product’s being dropped in two different locations.” Dutch flashed him a warning glance. No more questions.

Edge watched the big diesel roll across the asphalt lot. Where the hell was the DEA? An instant later, the driver hit the brakes, and the taillights went on. The quiet erupted into the sound of sirens crackling through the air, and a tsunami of red-and-blue flashing lights descended on the eighteen-wheeler.