It seemed to take forever, but in reality, Tina knew only about five minutes had passed before they were on the promised motorcycle. The bike vibrated between her legs when Drew kicked the engine to life. The motorcycle shot into the night. She held on tight to Drew.
And they got the hell out of there.
* * *
COOPER MARSHALL WATCHED the lights of the motorcycle vanish as he pulled his baseball cap lower over his forehead.
He had his own ride waiting, but he didn’t want to follow Drew Lancaster too closely.
He hadn’t realized that Drew and Tina would be coming down that alley. He’d seen the flames and thought that he’d been too late to help the doctor.
Nice job getting her out of there. He had to hand it to Lancaster—the agent had a certain style.
And Cooper knew that he’d been lucky, too—if there had been more light in that alley, Drew would have recognized him.
Recognition wasn’t on Mercer’s agenda. Not then.
He wondered if Mercer knew just how involved Drew had gotten with the good doctor. Because Cooper had seen the way the guy touched her.
The touch of a lover, not an agent.
He’d have to brief Mercer. Drew might not be up to his usual standards of ice and detachment on this particular case.
When cases got personal, they all too often got messy.
As far as Cooper was con
cerned, personal involvement always led to danger.
Tina Jamison was already in enough danger as it was.
* * *
“I DIDN’T GIVE any order for a bomb!” Anton snarled. “What the hell happened?” He wanted to shatter the phone.
“B-boss, the house just exploded. They were inside—all of ’em! They’ve got to be dead.”
His back teeth ground together. He spun around and tapped on his keyboard. The feed on Drew Lancaster’s tracker immediately came up. According to the signal, Drew Lancaster was moving fast down Bridge Avenue.
His eyes narrowed. I’ve got you. Drew thought that he could throw up a distraction and escape with Anton’s prey?
Not happening.
The agent should have taken the money. Now he’d just die.
And so will the woman.
* * *
TINA’S ARMS WERE locked around Drew’s waist.
He eased the motorcycle to a stop, pulling it up near the wall of a bar. It was hitting close to 3:00 a.m., and the bar was about to shut down.
Perfect timing for him.
Drew shoved down the motorcycle’s kickstand.
“Why are we stopping here?” Tina asked quietly.