Page 31 of The Norcross Rescue

“Get down.” Rhys shoved Horse to the floor.

Vander raised a brow. “Guess letter openers are useful for something.” One glance at the room, and his gut turned hard. “Carolyn, where is my wife?”

The woman swallowed. “The leader, in the wolf mask, took her.”

Vander’s jaw felt tight enough to crack. “Took her where?”

The woman shook her head. “I…I don’t know. He dragged her out that way—” she pointed at another set of doors “—just minutes before you burst in.”

Vander fought to calm himself. His gaze settled on Bear. Two strides closed the distance, then he yanked the man’s mask off. He was a young, clean-cut Black man. “Where did he take her?”

“The roof.” The man licked his lips. “He took her to the roof.”

“Rhys, Siv, and Boone, with me.” Vander glanced at his best friend. “Saxon, stay here, keep these people calm and get Hunt here.”

Saxon nodded. “Call me if you need me.”

Rhys didn’t say a word, just fell in step beside Vander. The other two followed.

Moving fast, Vander broke into a jog. He moved into the darkened hallway, noting each empty office. He cocked his head for a moment and listened, but there was no sound.

He followed his finely honed instincts and moved down the hall. “Clear the rooms.”

The door to the stairwell lay at the end of the hall. A sign was marked Rooftop.

“Clear,” Siv said.

“Clear.” Boone.

“Clear.” Rhys.

“We’re going to the roof.” Vander fought back the grinding worry pooling in his gut. Then he ran up the stairs two at a time.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Brynn.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for their child.

He’d give everything to see her smile, to have her run her hand down his arm, to have her sleep in his arms, to have her love. She saw every part of his battered soul, and she loved him anyway.

I’m coming, Detective. Use that sharp brain of yours to buy me some time.

As Wolf opened the door, the cold night air hit Brynn hard.

She gritted her teeth as the wind whipped her dress around her body and her hair around her face.

Wolf’s jaw was tight and he was sweating. He dragged her up a set of metal steps and onto the flat rooftop. There was a helipad nearby, and all around them, the lights of San Francisco glittered. Salesforce Tower speared up into the sky nearby.

“What now?” she asked quietly.

His fingers clenched on her arm, digging into her skin. She knew he’d leave bruises. She didn’t think he had a plan or was thinking clearly.

“Your man ruined everything!”

“It wasn’t really a good plan to begin with.”

His gaze clashed with hers.

“They were never going to transfer the money to you. They do that once, they become targets for any other lazy, opportunistic asshole who wants to steal from them.”