If these guys can’t find her…
Gabe’s phone rang. Every man in the room stopped and waited while he answered the call.
“Dawson.” He listened a beat before sliding his unreadable gray eyes to Adrian’s. “Where?” Letting out a low curse, he said, “We’re on our way.”
“What is it?” Adrian moved a step closer. “Did they find them?”
Gabe’s expression was grim. “They found Ben.”
Fifteen minutes later, Adrian was in some poor sucker’s garage, staring at the body of a man he’d considered a friend. Someone had shot Ben in the temple at point blank range, and Jenna was nowhere to be seen.
Please let her be okay.
“He was executed,” Adrian mumbled.
Beside him, Gabe nodded. “This was a professional hit. He was either in on it, or he was somehow lured here. Either way, Campillo pulls the car in, and then…”
The man’s voice trailed off because really, there was no need to finish that sentence. Adrian understood perfectly.
They all did.
For whatever reason, Ben drove them here, was shot and killed, and Jenna had been taken elsewhere.
“Explains why no one saw his car leave the area,” Matt commented.
He was right. The police and Bravo Team had all been around the neighborhood talking with residents about what they’d seen or hadn’t seen. Because this was a dead-end street, and the only two houses on it were empty, no one had bothered looking here before now.
According to Gabe’s contact within the department, the only reason they looked today was because some woman who’d been out walking her dog earlier had called it in.
Apparently, the dog was an overly large Goldendoodle, and the pet had all but pulled his owner toward the garage to investigate a scent he’d picked up. The woman then smelled it, too, and reported the strange smell coming from the house.
With fear turning his blood cold, Adrian studied the activity around them. Cops were everywhere. Some appeared to be frantic. Some sad.
Most were pissed that one of their own—theirchief—had gone out in such a horrific way. Other officers and crime scene investigators bustled about as they tried piecing together the man’s final moments.
Flashes of light burst sporadically as a crime tech took photos of everything in sight. The garage, the car…Ben.
Adrian stood there, his mind filling with questions no one had the answers to.
Who did this?
Why?
Where’s Jenna?
Had she been sitting next to Ben when he’d been shot?
Did the bastard who did this hurt her, too?
The idea of her being touched by this level of violence—again— left Adrian feeling sick to his soul.
“At least we know she’s still alive,” Gabe commented, pulling him out of his thoughts.
He understood where the man’s certainty came from. If they wanted Jenna dead, they would’ve left her here with Ben.
“I’m going to find her.” Adrian brought his deadly gaze to Gabe’s. “And then I’m going to kill the person who took her.”
Gabe stared back at him. The cold calculated look in the man’s eyes telling Adrian all he needed to know.