A puckered scar over his collar bone. From a bullet. Goddamn, his proof had just literally appeared. I did hit you that night, he breathed. I did. I fucking hit you.
But I lived. Panting heavily, Gaines grinned. Guess you need more target practice, huh?
The heat from the blast and the flames licking at them had sweat streaming into Hawks eyes. He couldnt see anything but Gainess face and a wall of flames.
They had to finish this thing off now, one way or another, or they were both going to die. Hawk swiped more sweat from his eyes and gasped to draw air into his taxed lungs. So running the whole division wasnt good enough for you, you had to put illegal weapons back on the street? Why didnt you just kill a bunch of innocent people yourself?
Gainess jaw tightened. He was holding onto his shoulder with his free hand, assuring Hawk that hed been hurt more than he wanted to show. Im going to kill you instead.
Im not dying tonight.
Were both dying tonight. Only difference is that my deaths going to be fake. Well, that and the fact that youre going out as the bad guy.
Youre insane. No one will ever believe that.
Abby will.
Abby. Abby? What the hell did she have to do with this?
Shes out there, you know. Gaines jerked his chin in the direction of the clearing.
Hawk was just stunned enough to crane his head and look, but all he saw were those flickering flames coming ever closer, so close he could feel the hairs on his arm singing. What are you talking about? Shes in the van. Safe and sound.
Hawk was just stunned enough to crane his head and look, but all he saw were those flickering flames coming ever closer, so close he could feel the hairs on his arm singing. What are you talking about? Shes in the van. Safe and sound.
God, please let her be in the van, safe and sound.
Gaines shrugged. Lets just say the hero worship Ive built up with her is going to finally pay off for me, however briefly. Along with the news that Tibbs has just discovered evidence that youve been running the Kiddie Bombers. He tsked. Shame on you.
Hawk had no idea what the hell Gaines was talking about. He couldnt see Abby. Hell, he couldnt see anything beyond the smoke, but Abby wouldnt leave the van.
And yet he remembered how shed lost her 1-900 voice when shed sounded worried about him.
Or so hed assumed
He hadnt survived all hed survived without seeing the ugly side of human nature. Maybe she hadnt been worried for him at all, but for Gaines. Ah, God, the thought of her in cahoots with the bad guy put a sharp pain right through him. A new pain, over and above the others, and that was saying something.
Once Abby realizes Im here and that Im missing, shell want to save me, Gaines mocked. Too little, too late, of course.
Hawk willed his damn muscles to obey the commands his brain was sending. Get up. Kick his ass. Abbys done with you. She turned you in, he improvised.
Gaines went utterly still. Bullshit.
Are you willing to gamble on it? he taunted, biding time, trying to figure a way out of this mess.
Gaines straightened to scan the horizon, still holding his shoulder as he searched for someone.
Abby?
If thats true, Ill have to up my timeline.
Oh, Christ. You wont find her. Because Hawk would get to her first. He began to inch backward. He had no idea where he thought he could escape to, but it was time to go. Hed managed to get a foot away when another explosion rang out, raining down fiery fragments on top of them. The smoke was so thick Hawk couldnt breathe, couldnt see, but he sure as hell could keep moving, and he hightailed it as fast as he could.
Goddamn you! came Gainess howl of fury at Hawks escape.
Using the choking smoke as a screen, Hawk dodged into the woods, past the flames and grabbed a tree for support. Christ, he felt as if hed been run over by a Mack truck.
Sinking all the way to the spinning ground seemed like a good idea. He did manage to roll to his back, where he studied the smoke-filled sky. Though he couldnt see anything without his night goggles, which had slid off, oh, somewhere about the time that Gaines had given him a nice one-two punch to the left kidney, he could hear sirens. Fire engines, probably cops, too. Lots of them.
Because somehow Gaines had managed to frame him for everything hed done, which was plenty.
God, he was so screwed.
ABBY COULDNT BREATHE. Yes, shed just run a half mile in less than two minutes, and was now inhaling only smoke as she stared in horror at the barn, engulfed in flames, but that wasnt why she couldnt catch any air in her lungs.
Had she really seen Hawk shoot Gaines before the explosion? Shed left the van in such a hurry that she hadnt taken a radio. The only personal effects she carried were her gun, cell phone and the mini credit card she had attached to it in case of emergencies. Shed already called Tibbs. Hed told her that according to Thomas, Logan had fallen from the roof and was waiting for a helicopter to airlift him to Cheyenne Memorial Hospital. No word from Hawk.
God. The whole night had blown up in their faces. Shed asked Tibbs about Gaines being here, and he said hed check and get back to her. In the meantime, gun drawn, she tried to get closer to the barn but the heat stopped her. She couldnt see a thing, and she couldnt get closer.
And then her cell vibrated. Gaines is there, Tibbs drawled. Apparently, he came to watch the takedown.
Oh, my God. So if she hadnt imagined Gaines, then she probably hadnt imagined Hawk shooting him either. Still holding her phone to her ear, she took off again but immediately tripped, falling flat on her face and losing her grip on her gun. Twisting around to see what shed fallen over, she saw a roof shingle, anda rifle?
Abigail?
Im here, Tibbs. Im okay. Crawling to the rifle, she picked it up, burning her fingers. She dropped it, but she didnt need to access her computer to guess that the serial number on this rifle would match one of the ones stolen from their storage.
Was that why Gaines had come-had he suspected the Kiddie Bombers had taken the illegal weapons for their own personal use?
And why had Hawk shot him?
Gaines radioed his office that hed gotten into the barn, Tibbs told her.
The barn is on fire.
Did he get out?
On it. After spending a few futile minutes trying to find her gun, she checked the rifle. Loaded. She slipped the leather strap over her shoulder and took a deep breath for courage. You can still do this. All around her the flames leaped and crackled and burned brighter, spurred on by the vicious wind.
Knowing she had to hurry, she moved deeper into the woods to get around the fire, staggering to a halt at the unholy howling of a wolf that sounded far too close. Could be worse, she told herself. Could be a grizzly.
Some branches rustled and she nearly swallowed her tongue as she rushed into motion, her shoes crunching on the frozen ground as she circled back in toward the barn, determined to get to the bottom of this crazy evening.
She passed no one, and not for the first time felt unnerved by that fact. How was the place so utterly deserted? None of it made any sense.
Unless.
Oh, God. Unless it had been a setup from the start. At the realization, her feet faltered, and she slipped on the rocky terrain but caught herself in time on a tree only twenty feet from the barn. Abby wanted so badly to wake up, to know that she wasnt losing her mind.
She thought she knew Hawk, and sometimes shed even felt as if he knew her, which was exceptionally crazy because shed never let him in at all. But, God, the thought of him being a bad guy was like a knife to the gut.
Again her cell phone vibrated. She flipped it open.
Where are you? Watkins demanded.
Im-
I know, Ive handled it, he said.
Abby went absolutely still. What?
Nothing, talking into my radio.
Wait-radio? He was talking into his radio? But the radios were down. And now her heart was in her throat. Ive handled itthose three words brought her directly back to another raid, and another extremely bad time.
Theyd been the words Gaines had spoken before shed gone in that day, and then later, shed heard those words from the men whod held her. Theyd spoken the words handled it into a radio to some unseen boss.
No. Had to be coincidental. Of course it was.
Where are you? Watkins asked tensely. Why the hell did you leave the safety of the van? I need you to get back to the safety of the van, Abby. Do you copy?
She opened her mouth to answer him but stopped herself.
Not saying a word was stepping over a line, a big one, but she didnt speak. Couldnt. Because who the hell was the bad guy here? Hawk?
OrWatkins?
God, she was losing it.
Abby?
Yeah. That was her. But instead of responding, she quietly shut her phone and kept hugging the tree because suddenly her legs didnt want to hold her.
Shed seen Hawk shoot Gaines. Hawk, gun in his hand, shoot point-blank. That made it him.
Right?
Her brain hurt, physically hurt. She couldnt process it all, or make sense of it. Who to trust? Knowing she had only herself, she pushed away from the tree and ran-
And then tripped overoh, Goda man sprawled on the ground, far too close to the flickering flames. Elliot- Dropping to her knees, Abby set her hands on his back and realized her mistake instantly.
This body was one solid muscle. With a moan, he rolled to his back, keeping his eyes closed beneath dark lashes and the straight dark lines of his eyebrows, which were furrowed together.
Hawk.
4
ABBY CROUCHED OVER HAWK and checked for a pulse, which he had. Relieved, she got to her feet and peered through the trees that were providing them cover. Out there she could see the barn. The side door was open, fire ripping outward, drawn by the cold, chilly oxygen. Beyond them, she could seeoh, Godboxes and boxes of ammo. She ran back to Hawk. Hawk.
Present.
She had no idea whose side he was on, but she sure as hell wasnt going to leave him here to die. Get up.
Sure. But he didnt move. And in spite of herself, everything within her softened. It was nothing personal, she tended to soften for injured animals and wayward children, too. It helped that he didnt look like his usual strong, capable self all sprawled on the ground. That was a direct order.
Im hearing ya.
She put her hand on his jaw and looked at his mouth, which was usually curved in amusement, at her, at himself, at life. But at the moment, it was tight. Grim. Reflecting pain. She never thought shed miss that smile, but she did. Come on, get up, you cocky, smug SOB.