79. Hendricks

HENDRICKS

The mill is thirty yards in front of me, and Mandy is somewhere inside it.

Every instinct I have says go.

I don’t. Going in before the team is in position could get Mandy killed. So I’m crouched behind a piece of rusted machinery with Jake, waiting for the rest of the team to get into position.

“I’ve reestablished Mandy’s comm,” Harper says. “I’ll pipe it in.”

I exhale.

Mandy’s voice is muffled as it crackles through my earpiece. “Really? Because I thought it was a pretty straightforward sentence.”

Relief hits me so hard it almost hurts. Still fighting. Still sassy. Still Mandy.

Then the unmistakable sound of a fist hitting flesh.

Everything inside me stops. I hear Lily’s gasp through the comms but it barely registers.

“Hendricks,” Jake says, putting a hand on my shoulder, like I’m going to go berserk.

It’s a definite possibility.

Through the earpiece, I hear something scrape across concrete. Then a grunt—Mandy again.

Luke mutters something vicious behind me.

I stare at the mill. He’s hurting her. She’s letting him hurt her.

For one second, I don’t understand why.

Then I do.

The comm. She knows we’re following the signal, and she’s giving us time to get to her.

Jesus fucking Christ, Mandy.

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