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“Oxy, Dally, and Myles. You’ve got the front.”
“Covered.”
Duval knew the voice was Myles.
He was taking point with that group.
“One of you will come around front, draw his attention. The other two go in through the delivery gate, shields up. Less lethal.”
Less lethal.
Duval heard the order and knew that he needed to hear it.
It was only too tempting to go for the other option.
They did need answers about Aracely’s death.
Would it really be satisfying to see him die or see him living a long, long time in a prison, paying for his crimes?
He didn’t want to give it an answer out loud or even in his head.
As a law enforcement officer, it was up to him to be compassionate at times and neutral as much as possible.
He needed to keep his head on straight because he was just getting in deeper on this case.
Aracely’s body had been found on his family’s land.
And now, his… his girlfriend, his… lover, was being held hostage.
If he went off the deep end, he’d be threatening his career.
Probably, putting a nail in it.
Getting kicked off the team?
He didn’t want that, but he knew he’d give up the team and his career as a Texas Ranger if it meant keeping her safe.
“Hey.”
Jack poked him in the chest.
He didn’t feel it so much with the Kevlar vest, but he saw her teasing gesture and her pointed look.
“Are you listening?” She only mouthed the words, but he understood them.
He nodded.
West continued. “Jack, Blue, Duval. Stack up. Enter through the automatic door.”
Duval nodded. Management had turned off the electronics on the door so they could approach it and not set it swinging open.
It was unlocked. All they had to do was pull it open.
Duval knew he’d be the one to do that.
He couldn’t take point on this.
West had already drummed that into his head.
