BEFORE HE even had the engine of the Harley turned off, he was dismounting, throwing the kickstand down. SIG drawn, he approached the porch with caution. He had noticed the unmarked patrol car in the driveway next to Riley’s VW Beetle, but where were they? f**k… With a panther’s grace and stealth, he stepped onto the porch, glancing into the open door.
Nothing.
f**k… f**k…
A small pang of apprehension struck him as he stepped to the door. Riley, baby, are you okay? Please, do not be hurt! Behind him, he could sense that Jordan had fallen into step with him, along with Stevie and Remy. “Stay frosty,” he said to them in a quiet tone. He and Jordan flanked the door.
Counting with his fingers, he gave the go on three to enter. In the large living room, they fanned ou
