Take (Fury Brothers #4)

“Reath…” Fear tightened my chest. It was hard to breathe.

“I’ll call campus security. I’m coming, Frankie.”

When I ended the call, I felt so alone.

I crouched down behind a large, empty cardboard box. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, deafeningly loud.

The footsteps got closer.

I twisted my hands together.

It would be okay. Reath was coming.

But so was the bad guy.

9

REATH

My car tires screeched as I sped toward Tulane.

Frankie was in trouble.

I felt it in my bones.

I’d already alerted campus security, but I had no idea how long it would take them to respond.

I sped around a car, pushing my SUV for more speed. Then I took the corner into the university fast. It was only a minute until I screeched to a stop outside the lab building and ran toward the door.

It was locked. There was no one sitting in the reception area. Shit. It was Saturday, so I guessed there weren’t many people on campus. I glanced at the scanner on the door, but I didn’t have a pass.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a thin, well-worn case. Opening it, I quickly pulled out my lockpicks. The old lock on the door only took me twenty seconds to pick.

I charged inside. I ignored the elevators and took the stairs. I raced up them two at a time. At the top, I pulled my Glock 19 from its holster.

Quickly, I moved down the hall, my senses on high alert.

I didn’t hear a sound.

I passed the first lab. It was empty.

Then I reached Frankie’s lab. The door was open, and I peered inside.

My chest locked. Items and glass were smashed on the floor, and I saw fluid dripping off a workbench.

Fuck.

I swung in and skirted the first bench. Where the hell was Frankie?

There was no sign of an intruder, but someone had been here. I kept moving, and then I froze.

There was blood smeared on the floor.

Fuck. Fuck.

I dodged around the workbench and hurried toward the storage room.

“Reath?” Frankie walked out.