all those rows of shelves that lined the store had been cleared out. Pallets were stacked on one side, and the floor was littered with trash and leaves. Above her, Bridget figured birds nested in the rafters.
Breath puffed out of her mouth as a cloud. Bridget crouched behind a pile of broken-down boxes and stacked wood.
Light flashed at the far end, and the overhead bulbs flipped on.
“You!”
She couldn’t see anything from here. Not until Sasha strode into the room. Then a man emerged from a side office, flanked by two men. All armed. Capeira’s guys. Neither was Enrico, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t here.
Bridget grasped her gun and watched Sasha sway her hips across the room. She stopped fifteen or so feet from the Capeira guys and stuck out one foot, cocking her hip. Bridget nearly snorted but didn’t dare make any noise. She did roll her eyes, though. So much drama.
“Yeah. Me.” Sasha lifted her chin. “What about me?”
She was going to get killed, waltzing in here like this.
“You killed my cousin!” The man started forward, but one of the others grabbed his arm.
Bridget figured he was referring to the guys in the van.
The second man nudged his friend. “Capeira told us not to kill them.”
Sasha didn’t even react. “Speaking of Enrico. Call him. I have something for him.”
Bridget stiffened. That didn’t sound like information. More like a package to deliver, which could very well be her and not what she thought they’d been here to do.
She came out from behind her hiding spot, ready to do what was necessary. Even if that meant protecting a woman who’d betrayed her trust.
She crept forward but stuck to as much cover as she could find.
“What do you have that you think Enrico will want?” The man waved one hand at her. “Unless it’s your head.”
“Oh, I have something for him.”
Bridget almost thought she was here to kill Enrico. It certainly had crossed her mind also, but Clarke would disappear if that happened. What they needed was to turn the tables on both. Catch their underhanded coworker while the feds brought the hammer down on their suspect.
“It really is too bad I can’t kill you.” The man leaned toward Sasha, just a fraction. “Yet.” He dipped his chin and looked Sasha up, then down. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while we wait, though.”
Bridget rushed toward the closest man and slammed her gun down. She aimed for his head but he turned at the last second, and the butt of her weapon smacked onto his shoulder. He yelped and his knees gave out. Bridget hit him again in the head.
The other one had turned to see the commotion. Before Bridget could get shot, Sasha pulled her weapon out and shot the guy first. Thankfully, Bridget didn’t catch it except out the corner of her eye. She didn’t glance over after the man hit the ground.
That left the mouthy, leering one between them.
“Pull your weapon slowly,” Bridget ordered. “Set it down on the ground. Or you die.”
He didn’t move. “Thought you weren’t here for that.”
Sasha shrugged. “Your choice. Die now, or die when Clarke sets off a bomb and kills your boss.”
Bridget didn’t much care, either way. But she didn’t want to see it happen. Her trauma had been way too close to the surface lately. She didn’t think she’d get through it unscathed. “Or, you can call your boss and let him know what you’ve learned. Save his life so he knows he owes you for it.” Bridget paused. “Up to you.”
“But it needs to happen quickly.” Sasha didn’t let the guy get a word in. “Or Clarke will be here with his device, and we’ll all get blown to bits.”
Not how Bridget wanted to end this season of her life. So close to knowing Sydney and finally being a mother to her daughter.
The fire chief had been killed months ago. Her father was dead. She was about to take down her enemies. The end of this terrorizing time in her life was so close, she could almost reach out and grasp it. Even she and Sasha would figure out their differences. Despite the other woman’s actions and the anger that still burned in her, Bridget didn’t want to lose one of the few true friends she’d had in her life. They wouldn’t get through this easily, but they would get through it.
Bridget wasn’t going to settle for anything else.
“Fine.” The guy huffed. “I’m getting out my phone. I’ll call Enrico.”
He