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“We?” Carrera asked. “You’re not law enforcement.”
A smile ghosted Luciano’s face. “How perfect is that? He won’t see me coming, but he’ll feel my wrath when I find him.” After a beat, he continued. “If this is The Bomb Maker, we can’t feed his ego. That will only fuel him.”
“Good point,” Carrera said. “What are you thinking?”
“Sin runs damage control with the media.” Luciano regarded Sin. “Tell them a gas leak caused the explosion.”
“Aren’t we putting the public at risk?” Sin asked.
“We’re trying to stave mass chaos,” Luciano insisted. “And we can’t give him the satisfaction of being the center of attention. The media will go berserk with this story. They’ll dig into his past and that will spread to every city in the country.”
“He’s got a point,” Carrera agreed.
“The Bomb Maker is excellent at his job,” Luciano continued, “and he knew ALPHA was coming to arrest him, so he’s got an inside track?—”
“That makes him even more dangerous,” Sin said.
“Right now, he’d gotallthe power,” Luciano bit out. “Once I get a handle on this, I’ll take that away.”
Carrera nodded. “If there’s anyone who can take the power?—”
Sin’s lips split into a smile. “It’s Luciano.”
Knock-knock.
Luciano opened the French door.
Slash stood there, dressed in camo, her Glock in the shoulder holster, her helmet in her hand, her go-bag over her shoulder. “Rebel called the team. I’m out.”
Carrera pushed past him. “Be safe.”
“Do you think they’re alive?” Luciano asked.
“We won’t know until we get there,” Slash replied before tossing a nod at Luciano and Sin. “This is a cluster.” She regarded all three men. “Fix this.”
She kissed her husband goodbye before bolting toward the garage as Elsa loomed into view.
His grandmother was small in stature, but height mattered not to the strong-willed Elsa Santini. With her hands on her hips, and dressed in what looked like a bathrobe from the 70s, she smiled up at him.
“What’s going on?” Elsa asked. “Where is Amanda May going in the middle of the night?”
“She’s got a rescue mission,” Carrera replied.
Luciano stepped into the hall.
“Lulu! What a wonderful surprise.” Elsa hugged him and he held her close. If there was anyone in the world he adored, it was her.
“Elsa, what are you doing up?” Luciano asked.
“I heard voices.” She peeked around him. “Sinclair, is that you?”
Sin slid his phone in his pocket and joined them.
“Good to see you, Elsa,” Sin said. “Is your robe a Santini Original?”
“No,” Elsa replied. “Lulu hasn’t created anything like this.”
“That’s an idea. Bring the past into the present,” Luciano said, but his thoughts jumped to Frederica and the five others who probably just died, and a thirst for revenge overtook his tortured soul.
