Run, Hide - By Carol Ericson Page 0,19
Gavin be okay here while I check the shed? I’m going to look for tools, materials or anything else we can use.”
“If you can’t find anything, how do you plan to blow up the helicopter?”
He shrugged. “It still has some gas in the tank. One well-placed bullet and kaboom.”
“Gavin and I will come with you.”
“Good idea.”
Cade shoved the keychain in the front pocket of his jeans and pulled on his parka.
Jenna zipped up Gavin in his jacket and stuffed his hands into his mittens. “We’re going outside. Stay right beside me.”
Cade’s gun, concealed in the pocket of his parka, bumped
his thigh as he crossed the room and opened the front door of the cabin. No snow had moved in overnight, and the crisp, cold morning nipped at his cheeks.
He glanced both ways before stepping onto the porch. The serene scene mocked their circumstances. This cabin could be the perfect setting for a cozy family getaway...or a romantic interlude.
But the stillness didn’t fool him. That chopper sitting less than a mile away represented a huge target. He had to get rid of it.
He stomped across the frozen ground with Jenna and Gavin keeping pace beside him. Jenna had a firm grip on Gavin’s hand, even though his head was swiveling in twenty different directions, trying to take in his surroundings.
He liked that his boy carried an air of adventure and mischief about him. Jenna had done a good job not turning him into a scared, little rabbit, even though she’d had every reason to do so.
They reached the door of the shed, secured with a dull silver padlock. Cade dragged the keys from his pocket and selected a small one from the key ring. “I think this one should do it.”
“You Prospero boys think of everything, don’t you?”
Hooking his finger around the padlock and lifting it, he said over his shoulder, “It’s a good organization, Jenna. We do good work, important work. And we get zero recognition for it. Sometimes the work we do is even denied by our own government.”
“I know that, Cade.” She put her gloved hand on the slick sleeve of his jacket. “I just wish it hadn’t been you called to this duty.”
His gaze locked with hers. The heat crackled between them despite the frosty air. He wanted her back in his life, and he planned to pull out all the stops to get her there even if he had to go into hiding with her and Gavin until Prospero brought down Zendaris.
Zendaris had ripped Cade’s wife and son away from him. If Zendaris hadn’t made it his mission in life to discover the identities of the agents involved in that raid, and then followed up by targeting their families, Cade could’ve been with Jenna these past three years. He could’ve been there for his son.
Other agents had families. Hell, even Jack Coburn had a family.
He brushed a wisp of hair from Jenna’s red cheek. “I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and Cade didn’t know if it was the emotion between them or just the cold air. Whatever the reason, she ducked to scoop up Gavin’s mitten, which had fallen to the ground.
Cade turned to the shed. Tugging at the lock, he inserted the key and yanked it free. The wooden door swung open. The shed didn’t have electricity, but the doorway and a window on the back wall afforded enough light to illuminate the small space.
Cade shuffled inside with Jenna and Gavin close behind him. Shelves lined the walls with all manner of tools and supplies filling every inch of them. “I’m surprised nobody has discovered this place yet and ransacked it.”
“Must be the giant P on the door indicating Prospero property.”
“I never get tired of your humor, Jenna.”
Gavin zipped between them, arms outstretched, making a beeline toward one of the shelves.
“Whoa.” Cade grabbed the hood of Gavin’s jacket and he bounced backward into Cade’s legs. “Oops. Sorry about that, but you can’t go running around in here.”
“You don’t have to yank him around like he’s a terrorist. He’s three.” Jenna stepped between them and brushed off Gavin’s jacket like she was brushing off Cade’s cooties.
“Really?” Cade ran his knuckles across Gavin’s head. “Because I thought he was sixteen.”
Gavin giggled and held up three fingers. “Three!”
Cade cocked his head. “Must be the haircut.”
Jenna pursed her lips against the smile wobbling there. “He broke away from me. I guess all this stuff—” she waved her arms around the interior of the