Guardian of Her Heart. Linda Johnston O.

so far they haven’t found anything. Maybe it’s a false alarm.”

      “Or maybe not,” Travis said. “Get them out. Fast. There’s something that looks like a bomb inside. The bomb disposal unit’ll handle it.”

      Cal uttered an expletive, then yanked the radio from his belt. “I need to tell my guys to make sure everyone’s out.”

      Travis grabbed his hand. “Great idea, but no radio. It might not make a difference out here, but if any of your guys are close to the damn thing, the radio frequency could set it off.” He was pacing, as if it required every bit of self-control to keep himself from—what? Going back inside the building himself?

      Dianna heard the sound of a helicopter overhead and looked up. It was close enough for her to make out the call letters of a local news radio station.

      Damn! The media already knew what was happening.

      “Tell you what, Flynn,” Travis said, standing beside the security man. “I’ve got to go brief those guys on the package.”