Black spots closed over Damon's face. I couldn't speak into the transmitter. I couldn't draw enough air to make a sound.
A blast shook the billiard table beneath me. The soundproofed door tore from its hinges and struck the far wall in a spray of wood and dust. Damon's grip loosened as everyone turned toward the opening.
Agents in black tactical gear filled the doorway, moving in two lines with weapons raised. Lucas had heard enough through the transmitter to bring the team in.
"FBI! On the ground, now!"
Red laser dots settled across the four men. The younger man dropped first. The quiet one followed, pulling the thick-necked man down with him before he could reach inside his coat.
Damon hauled me upright and locked an arm across my chest. He kept me between his body and the agents wh
