“Stay here with Reagan,” Tiny ordered him.
“You got it,” Alex said grimly. “But take Roarke and Sam with you.”
He didn’t need backup. He screeched to a stop. Another set of lights. Shit.
“You stay with Alex,” he ordered Reagan. “No arguments.”
“Please, be careful.”
He noticed he hadn’t gotten her agreement.
“Reagan. Promise me.”
She sighed. “Fine. I promise.” There was clear disgruntlement in her voice.
“I’ll call Jack,” Alex told him.
“Maybe you should wait for him to get here,” Tara said worriedly.
Tiny snorted. Like fuck.
He screeched to a stop outside the apartment. Jumping out, he hit the ground running. As he neared the apartment, he just knew he was too late. Those two red lights had held him up. He unlocked the door and stepped quietly inside. The alarm was back on.
Fuck.
He moved through each room anyway.
“Tiny?”
He recognized Detective Wyatt’s voice and moved back into the living area to find Jack in the doorway, his gun pulled.
“Gone,” Tiny told him, moving past him.
“Where are you going?”
“To get Reagan.” He needed to check on her. Fury thrummed inside him, needing release. He pushed it down, trying to calm himself before he saw her. When he stepped outside and strode toward the car, the passenger seat opened and she practically fell out in her haste to get to him.
“Wait until I get there,” he said harshly. Too harshly. Pull yourself together, man.
Reagan didn’t seem to notice, though. She waited until he was just a few feet away then launched herself into his arms. Instantly, he calmed. He ran his hand through her hair, trying to soothe them both. She shook against him.
“Was he there?” she asked.
“No, he’s gone. Come on.”
He gestured at Alex to follow him. Roarke and Sam approached. “We searched around, just in case,” Roarke said. “Couldn’t see anyone.”
Tiny led Reagan inside, keeping her firmly against his side. When they reached the corridor outside her apartment, her shaking grew worse.
“I’m really starting to hate this place,” she murmured. No one else would have heard, she spoke too quietly. He growled softly. Her home should be her sanctuary. Not a place she feared.
“Tiny, I can’t go in.”
She stepped away from him, shaking her head. When she hit her back against the wall of the corridor, she slid to the floor, her face deathly pale.
“Reagan!” Tara cried out.
Tiny waved her back, moving forward to crouch in front of Reagan. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps.