Wyatt left them with a scream of his tires.
* * *
JASPER PUSHE
D TO his feet. The house was an inferno, blazing out of control. The house that Veronica had loved.
“That’s how he did it at the station,” Sydney murmured. She didn’t seem to be aware that a one-inch gash was dripping blood down her cheek. “He had the bomb already wired. He knew we were bringing in the kidnappers. He just had to press a few buttons, make one call.”
And the station had exploded.
Sydney yanked out her phone. Dialed fast. Then, “Gunner, listen, the ranch has just—” She broke off, inhaling sharply. Her stare was on Jasper and he saw the horror in her eyes. Saw the faintest tremble of her lower lip, and he knew the news she’d gotten had been bad.
Veronica.
“But...but you’re all right?” Sydney whispered uncertainly.
Sydney was never uncertain.
Jasper took a step forward. Logan was on his feet now and they were both closing in on Sydney even as the house burned. “We’ll be right there,” she said. “But—what? What has Cale done?”
He wouldn’t hurt Veronica. Cale would never...
Sydney lowered her phone. “Logan, use your pull. Call D.C. and get them to send some county backup over to us now. The deputy’s still missing, and Veronica...” Her gaze cut back to Jasper. “She’s been taken.”
Jasper was already shaking his head because that just wasn’t an option. She couldn’t be taken by anyone. She couldn’t be hurt. He needed her too much and—
“It was the sheriff,” Sydney said. “Gunner told me the guy shot Cale and then Wyatt forced Veronica into the back of a patrol car. He took off, going hell fast, but Cale’s following him. I guess a bullet can’t slow him down for long.”
Everything seemed to slow down for Jasper. Even the heat of the flames seemed to die away.
Wyatt forced Veronica into the back of a patrol car.
“He’s dead,” Jasper whispered.
Sydney flinched. She put the phone back to her ear. “Gunner, do you have Cale within sight? I know he took the motorcycle but...” Her worried stare wasn’t leaving Jasper.
Only he could barely see her. In his mind, he just saw Veronica. Scared. He didn’t want her to be scared.
He’d said that he would keep her safe.
And he was damn well gonna do it.
Sydney was off the phone now, but Logan had yanked out his phone to call for backup. Jasper wasn’t about to let any more time waste. “Tell me that you can track Cale,” he said to Sydney. Sometimes the EOD would put tracking chips under the skin of certain witnesses, witnesses who were in danger of being abducted or killed. Logan’s Juliana had been one of those witnesses. That tracking device had saved her life. Maybe—
Sydney shook her head.
No.
“The sheriff took her,” Jasper gritted out. The man had been right there, with them every step of the way. He should have known. He should have suspected.
But he’d been focused on the mission, on capturing Cale. Then he’d been blindsided by Veronica.
I’m coming, Veronica. I won’t let you down.
“The sheriff knows every inch of this county,” Logan said, coming back to them. Flames crackled behind them. “He’s gonna have the advantage on us.” The guy could just disappear. Or just dump Veronica’s body someplace and then vanish.
Jasper turned away, began walking at first, then flat-out running toward the car.