No Place to Run (KGI #2)(52)

“YOU are out of your goddamn mind,” Sam snarled. “Sophie stays with me and that’s nonnegotiable.”

Resnick blew out his breath and dragged a hand through his hair. “Look, Sam, I don’t have a choice in this. This is a matter of national security. Surely you can see that. I have to do whatever it takes to stop Mouton, even if that means taking his daughter into custody. Hell, I’m not going to hurt her. I’d make sure she was taken care of. She’d have the best medical care for her and the baby.”

Sam grabbed Resnick by the collar and slammed him against the wall. “My child. Mine. That’s my baby and Sophie’s my woman. I don’t give a f**k about what your superiors are saying. She stays under my protection.”

Garrett stuck an arm between Sam and Resnick and pried Sam away. “Cool it, Sam. You two need to chill the f**k out. This isn’t helping.”

Sam jerked away and cupped a hand over the back of his neck as he paced across the room.

“Christ, Sam, you have to know my hands are tied here,” Resnick said.

Garrett held his hands up. “I think Mouton is dead, and I think Sophie knows it.”

Sam and Resnick both glanced sharply at Garrett.

“We have that as one of the possible scenarios,” Resnick said. “But what makes you say that?”

“Sophie’s been holding back from the start. She’s been as jumpy as a cricket, but she’s slipped up a few times and referred to her father in the past tense. She’s said nothing of him being after her, but she’s mentioned the uncle. What if you’re right about Tomas making a power play? He kills Alex, maybe even tries to kill Sophie in the takeover. She escapes, Tomas catches up to her, puts a bullet hole in her, and she comes to Sam for help and protection.”

“It’s plausible,” Resnick said. “It’s something I’ve considered, but the only thing that makes no sense to me is why there is such an emphasis on Sophie. Women have never meant anything in Alex’s empire. They’re used and discarded or kept under tight wraps, as I suspect Sophie has been. If she escaped, while Tomas might be annoyed, I can’t imagine him risking so much to pursue her on U.S. soil.”

“Unless she has something he wants,” Sam said grimly.

Garrett nodded. “Exactly.”

Sam started to head toward the bathroom, but he stopped. Impatience simmered in his veins, but he had to handle this just right. He’d hurt Sophie by keeping this from her. She wasn’t going to be very cooperative now because he’d lost her trust.

For the hundredth time he questioned his decision to allow Resnick to meet with Sophie. He hadn’t wanted to anger a man who handed them so many of their missions, but in agreeing, he’d placed business ahead of his child, and that made him a huge dumbass.

He’d hoped that Sophie wouldn’t know anything, Resnick would be satisfied, and then he’d leave and Sophie would be free of any “interest to national security.” That wasn’t going to happen now, and he was going to have to contend with a woman who felt betrayed.

P.J. scanned the area in two-minute intervals, her eyes peeled for anything that wasn’t supposed to be. It was a damn boring job, but she never allowed boredom to interfere. A single lapse could cost lives, and she’d had to learn patience the hard way when she’d worked in SWAT.

Some lessons you learned by the book. Others you learned from cold hard experience. The latter may not be the best way to learn, but it damn well stuck.

She swept the perimeter again, and when she got to the house, she stopped, not believing what she was seeing.

“Well hello,” she murmured.

Sophie was climbing out the window. Impressive for a pregnant lady. P.J. had always imagined pregnancy making a woman awkward as hell and about as graceful as a moose, but Sophie made quick work of the window and ran like a rabbit for the woods.

Shit.

“Steele, we’ve got a problem. Subject is escaping into the woods. Heading north. Fast.”

“Say again?”

Yeah, she didn’t believe it either.

She repeated the information and heard Steele’s soft curse.

“Dolphin, you’re with me. Cole, you and P.J. stay on lookout, and P.J., relay that to Sam. Tell him Dolphin and I are on it.”

“You two always have all the fun while I get stuck in the trees,” she complained. Not that she really wanted to mess with a pregnant woman. There was too much similarity between them and pit bulls for her liking.

She’d take on a man anytime, thank you very much.

She tapped the button to switch from the privacy of her communication with her team and then fired a message Sam’s way.

CHAPTER 21

“SHE what?” Sam demanded.

He yanked the receiver from his ear and stalked down the hallway to the bathroom. Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch! The bathroom was empty. So was the bedroom. Only the cracked window told him the story as P.J. relayed it.

“Goddamn.”

“What’s going on?” Garrett demanded from the doorway.

Resnick stood to the side of Garrett, his brow drawn in concern.

“She’s gone. She went out the window. P.J. saw her running into the woods. Steele and Dolphin are in pursuit.”

Resnick swore, and it set Sam off. He closed the distance between them and slammed Resnick against the wall in the hallway.