Taking It Slow - Reese Knightley Page 0,60

basement,” the councilman gasped.

“How many men are down there with him?”

“Four.”

Spencer yanked the chair upright when Link approached.

Spencer loaded his weapon and was out the door. He ran into FBI agent Shane McDaniels in the hallway.

“Oh, look here,” he heard Link say from behind him. “A bunch of documents. I wonder if it’s a list of your accomplices.”

“You can’t touch those!” the councilman screamed. “You don’t have a warrant.”

“I have a warrant,” Shane growled, stepping around him and into the room.

Spencer didn’t hear any more as he ran down the hallway.

Thank fuck for the FBI and their crossing Ts and dotting Is. Fury didn’t work that way, but Forest wanted to keep everything above board on this one.

Forest wanted to throw them in a prison that, the agent assured him, only a few knew existed.

Spencer wanted to kill them all.

He shoved the stairwell door open only to find Eagle at his six. They didn’t need to speak, they moved in sync down the stairwell toward the basement.

Reaching the basement door, he eased it open and slid inside. Eagle went left and he went right.

Reaching a small electrical room inside of the basement area, he heard laughter. Lifting up to peek inside of the foggy window, he saw four men sitting around a table, playing cards. A television played a ballgame with the announcer calling the score.

In a corner next to an old beat up refrigerator sat Wesley with a gag in his mouth, hands tied together in his lap, and a tear stained face.

Eagle came up to the other side of the door in a crouch.

“You take the two on the left and I’ll take the two on the right.”

He nodded and instead of kicking in the door, he gently turned the knob. The sound was drowned out by the television noise.

Spencer dodged in and fired two shots, taking out the two on the right. Eagle shot the other guy before he could reach for his weapon. The fourth guy had kicked back so his chair toppled backwards, but before he could roll away and pull his weapon, Eagle was over him with a knife.

Spencer was across the room untying Wesley and pulling him into his arms.

“I knew you’d come for me,” Wesley said in huge gulping gasps.

“I told you,” he whispered into his brother’s sweat dampened hair as he cupped the back of his head. “I’ll always come for you.”

Wesley sniffled and he eased the boy back. “Did they hurt you?”

“No.” His brother shook his head. “Just tied me up.”

Spencer reached out and rubbed the marks at Wesley’s wrists to get the circulation going.

“What’s he doing?” Wesley gaped over at Eagle.

Spencer turned sharply and the room whirled.

“Eagle.”

“Yeah?”

“Fucking tie him up. I need help,” he admitted before he slipped sideways.

“Spencer!” Wesley cried out.

“Shit!” Eagle hissed.

That was the last thing he heard before the room went dark.

Liam

The door slammed open on its hinges and Liam strode to the kitchen doorway just in time to see Wesley in the entryway.

“The guard let us in!”

Liam held out his arms and Wesley flew into them. He hugged the crying, sweaty boy tightly.

Huge ugly sobs filled the room and Liam looked over Wesley’s head expecting to find Spencer, but instead Link and Eagle stood in the doorway.

“Where’s Spencer?” Fear froze him.

“At the hospital,” Eagle said quietly.

His heart lurched.

“It was through and through, Colonel. He’s lost a lot of blood and needs some stitches, but he’s going to be okay,” Link assured him.

“Wesley?” Adam’s voice came from the hallway.

Wesley pulled away from him and walked to Adam and Jessica. The teenagers hugged each other tightly and then disappeared down the hallway. He heard Wesley telling the other two how Spencer and Eagle had saved him.

“Take a shower!” he yelled after them, but really didn’t care at that moment. Snatching his truck keys off the counter, he turned to Link and Eagle.

“Anna and Mrs. Walters are here, but can you watch the house?” he asked the pair.

“Of course,” Link replied.

“He’s at General Medical Center,” Eagle told him and headed into the kitchen.

Traffic took forever and by the time Liam reached Los Angeles, his hands ached from squeezing the steering wheel. He entered the sliding doors and approached the desk.

“Colonel Cobalt to see Captain Turner.”

“Yes, you’re listed as his contact,” the front desk said after checking the records. She hurried to show him the way to the ER.

“No, I don’t want any pain meds.”

Spencer’s annoyed voice reached him as he drew near the room.

“Get that thing away from