Gage’s POV
My tyres scream against the hard snow covered tarmac of the parking lot, the whole truck sliding as it tries to maintain grip on the slippery surface.
I throw the vehicle into the closest space to the building, turning off the ignition and throwing open the door just as headlights turn into the lot behind us.
A black pick up truck pulls into the space next to me, the door opening turning on the interior light that illuminates our work colleague, Lincoln’s face.
He gives me a chin nod, stalking around my truck to stand next to me as Callan climbs out and joins us.
‘We know which apartment she’s in?’ the navy seal asks curtly, and my stomach sinks because no, I don’t.
‘Gotta be apartment one’ Callan mutters, narrowing his gaze as he tries to make out the rusted numbers that are s……
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