frame. It will withstand an impact that would demolish most other cars. You have your seat belt on?”
She nodded, her eyes still wide.
“Good girl. Now try to keep calm so I can get you back to safety.”
No sooner had the words escaped his mouth when the world simply exploded around them. The front end of the car lifted, nearly flipping it over backward before slamming back to the road, fire and smoke billowing from the front.
The driver’s head was lolled to the side and Swanny reached up to check for a pulse, all the while gathering Eden to his side in preparation for escape.
“What the fuck?” Edge yelled hoarsely. “That was a fucking RPG!”
“Driver’s dead,” Swanny said grimly. “Everyone out on my side! The shot came from the right. Eden, as soon as I pull you out, you hit the street and don’t move until you’re told. Nathan and Joe will cover you.”
“Swanny, you’re bleeding,” Eden said, a hitch in her voice. “And where are you going?”
“I’m going after the motherfucker who attacked us.”
“I’ve got your six,” Edge said.
“One, two, three, go go go!” Swanny urged, kicking open the damaged back door and pulling Eden to the street, shoving her down roughly so she didn’t present a target.
Nathan, Joe and Skylar ran up, guns drawn, cursing a blue streak.
“Cover Eden,” Swanny barked. “Edge and I are going after this fucker. Do not let anything happen to her.”
“We won’t, man,” Nathan said softly. “I’ve been in your shoes. I know how it feels. We’ll take care of your girl.”
Swanny shot him a look of gratitude and then ran down the street, his tux disheveled and blood-smeared. With the way people ducked and ran he must have looked like an angel of wrath, bent on the destruction of everything in his line of sight.
Mentally he went over those first moments when the world had gone all to hell. The driver had suffered a direct hit but the shot had come from the right side, not the left. And why the driver? The assassin could have just as easily targeted the backseat and they might or might not have survived. The car was reinforced, and for the sole purpose of protection, but not many vehicles outside the military could withstand a direct hit from a rocket-propelled grenade.
Edge pounded the pavement behind him, guns drawn. Already in the distance sirens could be heard, and Swanny knew they had one giant clusterfuck on their hands.
“Son of a bitch!” Swanny swore as he skidded to a stop.
Edge came to an abrupt halt beside him and the two stared down at the discarded AT-4. An older model, not the recoilless version found in more recent editions. Swanny glanced quickly around, taking in the disturbance in the soil, then snapped his attention back to Edge.
“Fuck. The French police are going to be all over this. You got anything on you to do a check for prints?” Swanny asked.
Edge grimly nodded. “They don’t call me Mr. Prepared for the Worst for nothing.”
He reached into one of the breast pockets of his suit and pulled out a box containing gloves, tape and dusting powder.
“You got about one minute before we’re made, so put it in high gear,” Swanny muttered, listening as the sounds of the sirens grew louder.
Edge quickly went to work on his examination, carefully bagging evidence and dusting for prints. His gaze drifted to the same area of disturbance Swanny had already observed, and he lifted one eyebrow.
“Seems our asshole can’t afford more up-to-date equipment.”
Swanny’s gaze swept the area again, this time noting small patches of blood likely caused by the recoil. He wished the fucker had blown himself up, but it was obvious he’d escaped. This time. If Swanny had his way, he wouldn’t get another chance to get to Eden. It was time to crack down and crack down hard, which meant calling in Sam and putting every bit of KGI’s might behind tracking down this son of a bitch.
“Let’s get out of here,” Swanny said. “I want to get back to Eden. She has to be scared out of her mind.”
Swanny and Edge hurried back toward the scene. Swanny cursed vividly when he saw a swarm of reporters and news crews all homed in on Eden’s pale face. Nathan, Joe and Skylar were doing an admirable job of keeping the vultures back, but police were questioning all four, which made crowd control next to impossible. After all, it wasn’t every day a vehicle got RPG’d