He didn’t give a shit if he was hurt. He needed to get to Ro. He needed—
Someone shone a bright as fuck light in his eyes a beat before Brody heard, “Definitely concussed.”
The light went away, and it was only then that he realized he was surrounded.
Still on the floor where he’d landed after the world around him exploded all to hell, he found Rocky by his side. Next to him was a man and woman he’d never seen before—paramedics who’d apparently been called in to treat him.
“I’m fine.” He squinted as that damn light found his eyes again.
His head felt like someone had taken an industrial sized sledgehammer to it, and he very well may throw up in the next minute or so. But he was alive and breathing and still had full use of his extremities.
Like I said. I’m fine.
“You just got your ass blown to hell.” Christian appeared in his demolished doorway. “You’re not fine.”
“Where’s Ro?”
“Perimeter’s clear.” Jagger and Cade were the next to join in the fun.
From somewhere behind him, Liam’s voice came next with, “Security cams got the asshole from several angles, but the fucking mask he had on makes facial rec impossible.”
“What about a vehicle?” Christian asked the other man. “You able to get a plate, or—”
“Where the fuck is Ro?”
Brody’s booming voice echoed off the living room walls, and everyone in the place stopped to look his way. Cops. Medics. His team. They were all staring down at him, but no one was saying a word.
A thought struck, then. One with the power to destroy him.
Ah, Jesus. God, please no.
“Ro’s, uh…” Rocky stuttered in his response, the man’s gray-blue eyes giving away too much.
“No.” Brody shook his head, not giving a damn about how badly it throbbed. “She’s not…” God, he couldn’t even say it. “Ro’s not—”
“She’s not dead,” Christian put that thought out of his head in a hurry. “She’s just…”
“Not here.”
Brody looked up to see Detective Hansen standing over him.
Tall. Built. Square jaw. Thirty-something with light brown hair and even lighter green eyes.
He was a friend of Christian’s and was quickly becoming a friend of his. But right now, Brody wanted to punch the asshole in the throat for not elaborating more about the woman Brody had come to love.
Yeah, he loved her. Heart and fucking soul. Which was why he was going out of his mind with worry.
“I’m sorry, Brody.” Guilt clouded Rocky’s features. “I got here as fast as I could, but…he took her.”
His entire world stopped spinning.
It. Just. Stopped.
“Who?” He barely managed to choke out the demand.
“We don’t know.” It was Liam who answered that one. “Cameras show a man dressed in all black approaching the house from the back. He walked up to the kitchen window and tried to open it, which set off the alarm. Then he went around the walkway and up to the front door, where he fashioned a rolled breaching charge combined with a small amount of explosives.”
“The camera’s position makes it impossible to tell for sure,” Rocky chimed back in. “But from the damage, I’d say C4.”