to take any chances. For all he knew, they had weapons stashed somewhere on the property.
Sure enough, a loud boom echoed through the air, something hitting a tree branch above their heads. He jerked her arm, covering her body with his. “Get down.”
Julianne dropped to her knees as he fired back, hoping to make the guard seek cover. He knew very well Max and Zeke wanted to capture the guard alive, in order to question him.
There was more movement in the trees off to the east, and Brody was hopeful that Max and Zeke were also hot on the guy’s trail.
“Get up,” Julianne whispered, pushing him out of the way so she could stand. “We need to keep going, to help box him in.”
Brody didn’t want her anywhere near this guy, but he held his tongue. Silently, he prayed for God to keep them all safe.
Another boom rent the air, followed closely by a second shot. He instinctively stepped in front of Julianne, but there was no indication the bullet had come in their direction.
“I hit him,” Zeke shouted. “Fetch, Cheetah!”
He headed toward the sounds of Julianne’s teammates. By the time they reached the guard lying on the ground, the other two FBI agents and their K-9 partners were already there.
“He’s dead,” Max said in a grim tone. “Shot in the head.”
“I didn’t aim to kill,” Zeke protested. “See the wound in his thigh? That was where I hit him.”
“Then what happened?” Julianne demanded.
Max slowly rose to his feet. “Looks like he shot himself in the head, rather than risk being captured.”
For several long moments, they all simply stood there as the grim reality sank deep.
What kind of power did Dupree wield over his men that this guard would rather shoot himself than allowing himself to be interrogated?
And what did that say about Jake Morrow’s ability to get out of this mess alive?
* * *
The next morning, Julianne woke up feeling groggy. They hadn’t gotten out of Dupree’s house until well after midnight. Brody would be there around nine to pick her up for breakfast, so she dragged herself upright, smiling as Thunder simply lifted his head without moving from his place on the floor next to her bed.
“Come on, Thunder, we have more work to do.”
Her foxhound slowly rose and stretched languorously. Then he trotted over to the door, looking at her over his shoulder as if to say hurry up, already.
After snapping on his leash, she took him outside the small motel she and Max were staying in. Once Thunder took care of business and she finished cleaning up after him, she returned indoors. She filled Thunder’s food and water bowls then quickly took a shower and dressed in a clean casual uniform, khaki pants and a short sleeved polo with the K-9 logo on the upper left pocket.
At 0900 hours, she and Thunder stepped outside the motel room at the exact same moment Brody pulled his SUV into a parking space a few spots down from her doorway. When Brody slid out from behind the wheel, dressed sharply in his brown sheriff’s uniform, she was reminded that a big part of the reason she hadn’t slept well had been because she’d been taunted by memories of how close they’d once been.
Of how much she’d once loved him.
Before he’d pushed her away, choosing to stay here in Clover supposedly to help his buddy Nate Otwell find Lilly, instead of joining the FBI academy with her. Brody had refused to consider the possibility that Nate had something to do with Lilly’s disappearance, focusing instead on the runaway angle.
It still hurt that Brody hadn’t put any faith in her opinion. That he hadn’t trusted her. He and Nate had been best friends since their juvie days, but hadn’t their relationship meant more to him?
Obviously not.
Over and done with, she reminded herself. Sure, she cared about what happened to him the same way she cared about all of her friends in law enforcement, but that was it. Nothing more.
So why was her heart thumping wildly in her chest every time he came near?
Memories, that’s why. Julianne took a deep breath, and remained where she was, forcing Brody to come toward her.
“How are you?” he asked, his blue eyes raking over her as if she’d been injured.
She flushed, far too aware of his penetrating gaze. Granted, she had a few bruises from the activity the night before, but nothing serious. Zeke had been the one who’d been grazed by a bullet. Thankfully, his injury was nothing more than a flesh wound.
“Fine.” She willed her heart rate to return to normal, glancing over to the room next to hers. “When we’re finished Max wants to debrief.”
Brody shook his head. “There’s no time. I received a call from dispatch while I was on my way over. We have a report of bloody towels left behind in a motel room, a place called the Broke Spoke Motel. It’s off Highway T about twenty miles from here.”
“From our injured gunman?” she asked, trying to rein in her excitement. This would be a huge help: the towels would hopefully provide a decent scent for Thunder.
“It’s possible,” Brody agreed. “I figured you’d want to come with me to check it out.”
“Absolutely.” She didn’t hesitate for a second. The guy had already tried to kill her twice; the sooner they could get hot on his trail, the better. “Just give me a minute to let Max know we’re leaving.”
Brody gave Thunder a pat on the head, then fell into step beside her as she crossed over to rap on Max’s door. After a few minutes, Max greeted them. “Come in. As soon as Zeke arrives, we’ll start.”
“Actually, we can’t stay. Brody has a lead on the gunman.”
Max raised a brow. “That’s good news.”
“We’re going to head over to check it out, but I also need to know the status on my replacement vehicle.” She felt bad asking, knowing that headquarters wouldn’t be too happy about losing a car, but it was hardly her fault she’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Max grimaced. “I’m working on it. The office in Houston isn’t thrilled, but they’ve agreed to provide something for you during the duration of your stay here in Clover.”
“Good. Any idea when I’ll be able to get the keys?” It wasn’t so much that she needed her own set of wheels, but she was desperate to avoid spending too much one-on-one time with Brody. Working this closely to him only reminded her of how much she’d lost when they’d broken up.
How much his refusal to choose her over Nate still hurt.
“Zeke and I can pick it up later today when we drop off the evidence we’ve gathered so far,” Max said. “The Houston office is going to ship everything we have to the lab in Quantico.”
“Would you be willing to send my evidence, too?” Brody asked. “Our state lab is severely backed up, and I need all the help I can get to find my escapee and the gunman who assisted in breaking him out.”
Max shrugged. “Sure, why not? Julianne is a witness, so finding them helps our team, as well.”
“Great, give me a minute and I’ll bring everything in.”
Brody left to return to his car, leaving Julianne and Max alone for a moment.
“How’s Zeke?” she asked quietly.
“As good as can be expected.” Max watched Brody, then turned toward her. “If you need help with Kenner, let me know.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry, I can handle him.”
“Yeah,