Thursday. FBI Holding Facility. Austin, Texas.
BODHI DIDN'T LIKE THE sound of how things were going down in there.
He and the rear guard were just outside the facility, the getaway trucks idling, waiting for the others. But from the sound of things they weren't going well.
He licked his lips and glanced at the road.
If he just took off now, would they stop him? Was there enough chaos, enough confusion for him to slip away?
"Caleb is dead. I repeat, Caleb is dead," a jumbled voice said.
Cold fear wrapped around Bodhi.
First Kurt, now Caleb?
This couldn't be happening.
It couldn't come to this.
There had to be another way.
"Hold the line," he bellowed.
Bodhi wasn't going to go out on a failure. Whoever had killed Kurt was in that building, and now Caleb was dead. Bodhi was going
