Crossfire (Cross Duet #1)

65. GRAYSON

65

GRAYSON

“What the hell?” I snapped, my heart racing as I called Hunter’s phone. Straight to voice mail, just like Ivy’s.

I hung to the right, the car fishtailing until it straightened in the two-lane road, the scent of burning rubber filling my nostrils. A red pickup truck appeared ahead, and I swerved into the oncoming lane to get around it, my pulse pounding in my ears like a deafening drumbeat.

The engine’s groan amplified as I shoved my foot harder down on the pedal, the speedometer inching toward seventy miles an hour, the vibrations of the car competing with my chaotic heartbeat. With one hand on the steering wheel, I pushed the green Call button on the next contact on my phone.

Jace.

Click. Straight to voice mail.

Concrete settled in my gut, a sinking feeling that threatened to drag me under. Ahead, a green light changed to yellow, but instead of slowing, I floored it, blazing through the intersection seconds after the light had already gone red, the honking of horns and screeching of tires echoing around me.

Luna. I tried her phone, but when it, too, went straight to voice mail, the dread in my gut exploded, sending shock waves of panic through my body.

Cell phone blockers. The realization hit me like a punch to the stomach. Technically illegal, they were rarely used by the CIA in high-stakes missions, so why this one?

Whatever was going down, there was no communication in or out.

My mind raced, the implications of the situation sinking in. Hunter wouldn’t even be able to call his security team for help, and if they were using cell phone blockers, chances were, they were also jamming the signal to his security feeds, too. His security team could be sitting tight, looking at ghost feeds, having no idea of the hell going on in or around his house.

Fuck! I didn’t have the number to his security team.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles throbbing as I pushed the car to its limits. I had to get there, had to stop whatever was happening to everyone I loved, before it was too late…