Deadly Pursuit - Chapter 18
Tyre let Serena out on 9th Street so she could walk to the meeting point. They had eyes and ears on her every moment, but he wouldn’t relax until she was back next to him and this was all over.
He and Ryan had assumed look-out duties. There was a parking lot just beyond the trees where the picnic area was located. It was the most logical place for the men who’d tried to kidnap Serena to park and head over to the meetup. He was hidden behind the trunk of a large tree near the entrance to the parking lot while Ryan was stationed at the other end of the parking lot, by the restrooms.
It was ten minutes after seven and the sky was already dark, but as the van passed under one of the bright fluorescent lights, Tyre caught sight of the short man whose face he’d come to know too well.
The driver backed the van into a parking space, but no one made an attempt to get out of the van.
“I’m going to take the van,” Tyre whispered.
“That’s not the plan.” Ryan’s annoyed voice came back through the earpiece in his ear.
“They aren’t getting out. Something is wrong.”
“You don’t know that. Just hold. Let’s see how this plays out.”
“Not taking that chance. Moving in now.”
Ryan swore.
Tyre inched around the tree trunk, confident that Ryan would back him up. He’d likely read him the riot act later, but he’d have his back now and that’s all that mattered.
Silently easing up to the van, Tyre made his way to the passenger side door in a crouch. He slid the baton out of the utility belt around his waist and counted to three in his head.
Popping up, he hit the glass in the window and reached through the door for the lock in one swift motion. He had the tall man out of his seat and pressed against the side of the van.
He’d just slapped flex-cuffs on the tall guy when the short one rounded the front of the van.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” the short man said before running toward Tyre.
He had just enough time to feign right and whirl out of reach of the blade that had been aimed at his chest. He jumped back as the short guy came at him again. He didn’t dare take his eyes off of the man long enough to reach down for the blade he had strapped to his ankle.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to. Ryan rounded the van and tackled the short guy to the ground.
“For a minute there, I thought you were going to leave me hanging.” Tyre tightened the flex-cuffs around the wrists of the short guy.
“We have a problem.”
Tyre’s throat fell into his stomach. “Serena?”
Ryan’s face said it all. “She’s gone.”