Daryl didn’t waste time.
With Celine barely able to stand and the Blackwoods hot on their trail, he knew they had only one option—get to those files before anyone else does.
He pressed down on Celine’s wound, trying to slow the bleeding.
“Where’s the safe house?”
Celine’s breathing was labored, her face pale. “An old apartment… Javier used it whenever he needed to hide. 13th Street. Unit 4C.”
Daryl nodded, already pulling out his phone. He dialed Kyle, knowing they couldn’t do this alone.
“Kyle! Where are you?!”
“What’s going on? I heard a gun fired!” Kyle’s voice was sharp with concern.
“I’ll explain later. We need to go to 13th Street, Unit 4C. Celine’s been shot. Come and get us!”
Kyle cursed. “I’m on my way.”
Daryl ended the call and turned back to Celine. “Can you walk?”
