Chapter 142

ZAIN LEANED FORWARD, URGING Max's SUV faster. The red and white lights cleared the road ahead of them, but they were still twenty minutes out.

"Yes, this is Detective Bowman-I need two units to go to this address. We believe a hostage situation is underway." Max had conducted this same conversation three times, working his way through to someone who could assist.

The address the phone line Andrea had called from was in another department's jurisdiction. This was where it got sticky, and when being a private contractor was most convenient. Zain didn't have to care about who had jurisdiction or not when he was out to protect someone. All he wanted was for the bad guys to get what was coming to them-and the client to get extracted safely.

Only this time he wanted blood.

Kevin Lee was a dead man; he just didn't know it yet.

"For fuck's sake." Max jammed the radio into the dash holder and got both hands on the wheel. "Units are en route. They should be there in ten minutes."