Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Asher was making his way up the stairs when a sound had him pausing. A door opening. A man’s voice, issuing a command.
Asher aimed his weapon toward the noise.
Fifty feet ahead and twenty feet above, Cici stumbled onto the catwalk.
A man’s arm wrapped around her neck, the barrel of a pistol pressed against her temple.
Nausea and rage crawled up Asher’s throat.
Her eyes found his through the hellish red light—wide with terror but alive. So alive.
Asher lifted a finger to his lips. Shhh.
The man holding her kept his back against the wall, Cici in front of him, inching toward the corner. Because of that, he didn’t see Asher. Too much of a coward to peek around his human shield.
Maybe not a coward. Just smart. If Asher got his sights on whoever that was, the guy would be dead.
“Grant.” Asher’s whisper into the comm was barely audible.
“I see her. Focus. We’re not alone in here.”
A shadow moved to Asher’s left, just past a huge machine on the factory floor. A commando trying to flank him.
Asher watched the spot where the enemy was sure to emerge. When he did, Asher fired.
The man went down.
A door opened below, then boots thumped on the concrete.
“Move,” Grant said. “We’ll cover you.” A gunshot punctuated his point.
Cici and her captor had continued moving along the catwalk and disappeared. At least he knew which way to go.
Hold on, sweetheart. I’m coming.