She returned Gina’s call. “What’s up?”
“Where have you been?” Gina bit out.
“It’s a long story. What’s going on? Do you have Phillip in custody yet?”
“We have a situation here.”
Jane grimaced. “He didn’t kill anyone did he?”
“No. But we’ve been in a standoff until about ten minutes ago. Now we have an entirely different situation.”
“How so?” Jane rushed for the door.
“Don’t worry. I got this,” Raine yelled after her. “You’re welcome!”
“Thanks.” Jane said to Gina, “Sorry. I’m on my way. Tell me.”
“Phillip wanted to talk to you, but he settled for Rapp.”
“What does that mean, exactly?” She started her car and raced for the ferry.
“Phillip traded the guilty civilians he held for one ‘real’ bad guy. An agent.”
Her heart raced, but she had to clarify, “Rapp?”
“An unarmed, unprotected Rapp. Yes. And even worse, SWAT found evidence of some small tanks filled with a mysterious fluid outside the facility, wired to timers that are counting down.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Phillip’s going to go out with a big bang. Literally.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
With a lotof luck and friendly guards at the ferry, Jane made it to the city in less than an hour. She kept Gina on the phone. News that Jane was on her way put Phillip in a good mood.
The police escort to UW Medical Northwest shaved off a ton of time, though she worried that Phillip might decide waiting didn’t fit his master plan.
Why had he let his targets leave though? Why bring in Rapp?
What game was he playing now, and did he even realize he might be controlled by someone else? Who the heck was pulling his strings? Because it was more than the Mazzucas, no matter what Williams said.
She arrived without a protective vest or weapons, which she left in the trunk of her car against protocol. But she had more important things to worry about.
Fortunately, she hadn’t taken any major wounds from Williams, that twerp, and Raine had given her steady texts on Dash’s status as well as Jenn’s condition.Thanks for looking after Sullivan,Jane sent her.
You’re so weird. Call her by her first name.That last text from her cousin calmed her. Made her smile.
“You find death coming for you funny?” Gina asked, clearly nervous and trying not to show it as she met Jane near the hospital.
“I find it hilarious.” She noted Diego hovering nearby. “What are you holding there?”
“We want a closeup view. Put this on.” He handed the small camera and mic to her, and she attached it to the collar of her sweater since it looked like an ornamental pin.
“I like this.” So would Hal.
“Thanks.” Diego flushed at the praise. Then he jumped in for a quick hug. “Please don’t die.”
“I won’t.”