Boone’s eyes widened as he finally found the correct address.Sure as shit, the vehicle Quinn had ID’d was parked right out in the driveway.Arrogant prick to assume no one would come looking for him.And that would be his fucking downfall.
Boone snuck into the backyard, quietly surveilling the house.A light was on in one room upstairs, and his stomach dropped.
Did Cameron have her in the same room as him?Upstairs meant bedrooms, and a bed meant—
Boone fought against the urge to vomit.If Cameron so much as touched her, he’d have hell to pay.He was a goddamn dead man.
Moving quietly, Boone was surprised to note that he could see inside the home.That asshole hadn’t even bothered to close any curtains.Muttering silently to himself, Boone eyed the large trees just edging the property.He’d be an idiot to race in there without assessing the situation first—not when he had a prime opportunity.The window wasn’t covered, a low light was on, and he had easy access to look straight in.
“Son of a bitch,” Boone spat out, hustling toward the trees.
He set his gear down, and instinctively, reached for the rifle in his duffle bag.Once a sniper, always a sniper.He slid the strap on, the rifle at his back.Next, he pulled out his comms equipment.He’d told Holt he wouldn’t put in his earpiece and mic until he was in position so as not to arouse suspicion when in the cab or in case he encountered anyone on the street.
Not that hauling around a duffle bag looked entirely innocuous.
Boone clicked his mic.“I’m at the address,” he said in a low voice.“The property backs up to a forested area—canyons and whatnot.There’s one light on upstairs, with nothing covering the window.I’m climbing a tree at the edge of the backyard for a better vantage point.Over.”
“Copy that,” Holt said over his headset.
Boone shook his head.He was used to working with a team.To securing the area from above while his buddies rushed in.Tonight, he was out here completely alone.
Nothing, however, would stop him from getting to Radley.
Gripping a lower branch, he hauled himself up.Thank God for his daily workouts.
Boone steadily climbed upwards, never once fearing he’d fall.His sole focus was to get eyes on Radley.Barely breaking a sweat, he hauled himself up another branch, his muscles bunching.His focus began to narrow, taking in only his immediate surroundings.The darkness.The air temperature.The wind.Boone was in the zone.Just as he’d silently watched over his buddies a million times, he’d quietly watch over his girl right now.
And then there’d be hell to unleash.
When Boone reached his position directly across from the window, he nearly choked.He could see Radley lying on the bed, her arms and legs restrained, tied to the bedposts.Rage coursed through him, hot and burning.He sucked in a breath, trying to maintain his composure.To keep his head on straight as he’d done for every other mission in his lifetime.She was clothed, thank fuck, but something was going on.She was trying to move, fighting against the restraints.Talking to someone.
That bastard was in the same room as her.
Boone was running out of time.
He slid his rifle around.He didn’t know what was going on, but he was certain it wasn’t good.Suddenly, a man appeared in his line of sight.Boone squinted, frowning.It didn’t look like the photo of Cameron, this man having a shaved head, but then he briefly turned to the side.
That profile.
Boone would know it anywhere.
“Fucking bastard,” he muttered.
Boone lifted his rifle, his instincts taking over.He might not have time to breach the home and run upstairs to get to her in time.He had no idea if he’d encounter anyone else inside.Boone had the perfect vantage point right here.He clicked his mic, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over him.“I have Radley in my sights.She’s restrained,” he choked out.“Tied to a bed.The tango is in the room with her.They’re arguing.Shit,” he spat out as Cameron suddenly rushed to Radley.“I’m taking the kill shot.”