"No one told me she'd be a part of this, or I would never have allowed it. This is insane! She's not a professional!"
I'm tackled to the ground after being blindsided by Tag, and Wren joins him to wrestle my phone out of my hands. It takes both of them to pin me as my dad takes the phone and exhales in relief.
"Just stop!" Tag yells, but I don't. In fact, I buck harder to free myself so I can beg Raya not to do this.
"It's fucking dangerous, you assholes! These psychos could be armed! I have to call and stop her."
"It's too late, Kade! Dammit," Dad groans, dropping to a chair. "I didn't know she'd be doing this, or I would have stopped it myself."
Two federal agents stand in the living room, looking on with mild amusement, and I snap on them.
"You let a civilian go in there? What the hell were you thinking?"
One of the guys laughs. Laughs!
"Raya Capperton has more skills than you're giving her credit for. I'm damn glad that she's not in the game. Our hands would be full if she put her talents to use. She's there to locate the will, since she's familiar with the grounds. Ray is the distraction. Brody is an excellent agent, and he's good at not looking like an agent. Even though Ms. Capperton apparently pegged him early on. Like I said, though, she's good. Really good."
I struggle harder to get out from under them, but Wren and Tag combined are too damn strong.
"You're going to have to hold him until this is over," Dad says, looking as exasperated as possible.
"I'm kicking all of your asses after I get up. You'd better hope nothing happens to her!"
"It should be over soon," one of the agents says with a grin, seeming to really enjoy this damn show I'm putting on.
They waited until it was almost over to tell me Raya's life is in jeopardy. No wonder that slimy prick didn't want me calling her.
A phone rings, and I look over just as one of the agents answers it. He walks away, and I hear him laughing from the foyer, the echo of his amusement only grating on my nerves.
These dickheads need to learn appropriate times to laugh. His words are too muffled to understand, and I curse the jerks holding me down.
After a few minutes pass, he walks back in, putting his phone away.
"Told you it'd be over soon. Raya found the will, and three men and one woman are being cuffed. They only encountered a few problems, but Brody handled them. One being the fact that the notorious Ray Drivel was in the process of being arrested by one of the local detectives who wasn't aware of his involvement with the FBI."
"Raya's okay?" I ask, my voice cracking.
He clears his throat and nods. I'm not so sure I like the look that crosses over his eyes, but she's okay. Thank God.
"Let me up! I need to call her!"
Wren and Tag both release me at the same time, and I shove them both, forcing them to thud to the ground just as Dad tosses me my phone. I'm dialing her the second I catch it, and my stomach swells with anticipation.
Fucking voicemail.
"She's not answering," I growl. "Are you sure she's okay?" I bark, looking at the agent, who still wears an unaffected grin.
"Perfectly fine. She may be getting questioned right now. We should go. We were only here in case things didn't go well. We didn't want your family unprotected."
My stomach sinks. They thought these guys were that dangerous, but they let her go in there?
Tag has my arms wrapped behind me, holding me at a painful angle as the two agents leave. How did he know what I was about to do?
"No sense in going to jail. You'd never get to talk to her then," he whispers as they leave.
Once the door shuts, he drops his hold on me, and I start dialing her again. The same disappointment greets me in the form of a recorded voice, but this time I leave a message.
"Raya, please call me as soon as you get this. I need to know you're safe."