Callan’s POV
The three of us move in formation, sweeping each room as we head toward the front parlour. Every nerve in my body is coiled tightly, I need to get to Mackenzie and Maxton, but I know we need to do this right. Leaving a room unchecked and having someone creep up on us as we burst into the front room could get us, my woman or Maxie killed.
‘Clear’ Harrison mutters as he sweeps a small study though there is nothing much left in there other than a desk from the seventies and an office chair with no back.
As we creep down the hallway, the sound of a woman’s voice reaches us, she sounds agitated, but I can’t quite make out the words.
Harrison holds up a fist, telling us to stop, inching forward on his own to the door and crouching down, leaning closer to overhear what is being sa……
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