19
HAYES
“The helicopter would have come in handy,” I grumbled, my hand on the oh s**t bar above my head.
Ford glanced my way for a split second then back on the road, taking it almost twice the speed limit. He’d returned from D.C. with no additional intel, and that had made him cranky. And his driving a little wild.
“It would if there weren’t a chance of snagging power lines or fencing or hell… running into a f*****g mountain.”
I’d never been so antsy before a mission before. We had guns, but we weren’t pulling them from the SUV. There was no enemy here. The Straights weren’t the bad guys. Megan was.
So was I because I was going to help her break into their house. My team had insisted on backing me up, even though I’d told them this wasn’t their fight.
It was a stupid f*****g Vikin
