Under the Gun. HelenKay Dimon

believe me?”

      “I believe someone wants you dead. The ‘why’ is a question for another time.”

      She rested her forehead against his back for the briefest of moments. “If we live.”

      Luke pressed a button on the side of his watch. From over his shoulder she could see the face. Instead of the time, a floor plan flashed in green lighting. She saw four red dots in the outlined rooms. Only one of them moved.

      She pitched her voice as low as possible, which was hard given the way her head buzzed with fear. “Is that him?”

      “Last chance.” Holden slid his gun along the door frame until the barrel was at eye level. “You know this guy or not?”

      If either of them asked again, she might lunge for a gun. “No.”

      “Then you stay in here while I kill him,” Holden said.

      “Negative.” Luke gave one shake of his head to match his clipped tone. “She doesn’t move, but I want him alive. Need to know what’s happening here and who’s behind all this.”

      She knew. “I told you. It’s Phil and he’s—”

      Luke ignored her. “The dot is moving.”

      And so were they. Holden and Luke slipped into the hallway. Back to back they moved, guns up and bodies snapped stiff with tension.

      Claire glanced down the hall toward the reception area. Everything in her screamed to run down the dark path and out the front door. She’d figure out her next step once she hit the street. But she didn’t know the office building well enough to know where the mystery man could go and how he could get there. She couldn’t risk a bullet in the back.

      Plus, the idea of leaving Luke while danger swirled around them made her stomach heave. She had dragged him into this mess. She would get them both out. She just needed access to information and a way to hunt Phil down. A weasel like him couldn’t hide for long. Sacrifice was not his style. She just hoped her last stand wouldn’t be in a fake office with her furious ex nearby.