CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Hoburn was just a few feet inside the cordon.
“What’s going on in there?” Colt hollered at him.
“We don’t know yet,” Hoburn said. “They’re not picking up the phone.”
Within a minute of his call with Lyssa, he’d known something was wrong. Calling the cops was instinct, was it a mistake? All this activity could freak the fucker out.
“Who is in there?” Colt asked. “Have your guys got a line of sight—”
“We’re still getting set up,” Hoburn said, walking away.
Damn. Goddamn, mother—he was powerless. On the outside looking in. A bystander.
He’d get in there if he could, but with all these witnesses, how far would he get?
“What’s going on?” Ruger asked, coming up next to Colt with Flick at his side.
“I don’t know,” Colt said. “They’ll try to get a line of sight… I don
