Faceless (Sinister Secrets Book 2) Candle Sutton (android based ebook reader TXT) 📖

where you were stationed.”

“Still. I feel like I should have seen something.”

JD, Sid, and the team they’d assembled dodged the gurney. JD handed Felicia a vest and she shrugged it on.

SWAT led the way down the dock, weapons sweeping side to side.

As much as Dak wanted to get details from Felicia about what had happened to Kevyn and how she was doing, they needed to focus. Being distracted would endanger them all.

They reached the end of the pier moments later and assembled behind a cluster of shipping containers.

Dak surveyed the group. “Agent Taylor confirmed she was being held in the warehouse. Felicia, she give you any idea what we’re up against?”

“She knows that there were at least six hostiles. They may still be in there, or they may have escaped by boat.”

Escaped by boat. The words punched him in the gut. All this, and they might be looking in the wrong place. “We need to radio the Coast–”

Felicia held up her hand. “Kevyn already took care of that. Gave them a description of the boat and the direction they were headed when she last saw them. There should be a chopper in the air by now.”

Good. He wanted to catch the scum behind this whole operation.

“Let’s do this.”

They divided up according to plan. Pete and one of other the SWAT guys led him and JD to the garage entrance. Caiden and another SWAT officer headed for a side door with Sid and Felicia following. The remaining SWAT guys fanned out behind them.

Pete placed a small explosive on the door, then backed away. A countdown began over the coms.

Three. Two. One.

Both doors blew and the leading SWAT officers pushed through.

Gunfire exploded from inside the building.

Dak fell into step behind Pete as the man pushed inside, using the bulletproof shield to protect them both from the barrage of bullets.

Bright florescent lights illuminated the interior.

Crates and a forklift in the center of the room, a white van parked by the bay door.

Muzzle flashes came from the rear corner of the van and from beside the crates.

He scanned the rest of the space.

A hallway at the far left corner, a steel door at the far right.

Movement from the hallway. More bursts of gunfire.

At least three hostiles.

He scanned the area.

Something flickered in his peripheral.

He whipped that direction.

A man popped up from behind the hood of the van.

Not one of theirs. He squeezed off a shot, his bullet connecting solidly.

The man dropped.

One down. At least three to go.

“FBI! Drop your weapons!” JD’s voice bellowed through the cavernous space.

More gunfire responded.

Dak saw the man in the hallway fall.

So far, it didn’t look like anyone on his side had been hit.

Now to keep it that way.

“Can you get me closer to the van?” He directed the question to Pete, who responded with a curt nod.

They shuffled sideways until the van was only a few yards away.

“I need some cover.”

“You’ll have it.” Pete planted his shield on the ground, then fired off a few shots around the edge of it.

Dak broke from the safety of the shield and darted to the front of the van.

His heartbeat thundered as loudly as the gunfire around him.

But he hadn’t been hit. He crouched and looked underneath the van.

A set of feet at the back. Pete’s boots on the driver’s side. A prone form – the man he’d hit earlier – on the ground by the passenger side.

No one else.

A magazine hit the floor by the feet at the back.

Well, now he knew the guy had a full clip.

He darted around the front of the van and slid down the side.

Gunfire sounded from around the corner in front of him.

He held up his gun and peeked around.

The gunman had his back to him.

He swept the surrounding area.

No other gunmen in sight.

He whipped around the corner and pressed the barrel of his gun into the man’s neck. “Drop it.”

The man froze, then slowly lifted his hands.

“Drop your gun and kick it toward the center of the room.”

The man didn’t even hesitate. The weapon clattered to the concrete floor, then skittered until it came to rest against the SWAT commander’s shield.

“One in custody!” He yelled.

Maybe that would inspire the last gunman to surrender.

“Don’t shoot! I give up!”

The last gunman slowly emerged from behind the crates, hands in the air, gun held loosely.

Dak eased out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

They’d taken control of the warehouse.

Once the Coast Guard apprehended the guys in the boat, it would all be over.

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A hand grasped her foot and pulled her down. Icy water closed over her head and the surface receded.

Her lungs ached. She was going to drown!

Kevyn gasped. Her eyes flew open and darted around a room bathed in sunlight.

Rails on the bed beside her and the steady beeping of a machine by her head told her all she needed to know.

She wasn’t being dragged to the bottom of the ocean. She was in a hospital, recovering from her dip in the Sound, mild dehydration, and multiple injuries.

The clock on the wall showed it was after eight.

It’d been almost midnight by the time they settled her in this room, but the pain medication they’d given her must have knocked her out not long after that, because she didn’t remember another thing.

Well, except for someone waking her up multiple times during the night, but even that was a foggy memory.

Her team! What had happened last night?

Surely Dak had tried to come see her. Had she been too out of it to notice? Or had the hospital turned him away?

She