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on his face. No, not just surprise. Shock. She frowned. “What, you think I’d leave a child there with Dominic if I had a chance to save her? You must really believe I’m a selfish bimbo.”
    The hold he had on her melted away, and he groaned and dropped back a step. Cass took it as the gift that it was. She retrieved both of her weapons, and she headed for the back door.
    She made it two steps.
    “Wait,” he said.
    Cass stopped. Held her breath. And prayed. Because even though she’d been willing to walk out that door, she knew without his help, she’d fail. Slowly she turned back around to face him.
    He opened his mouth to say something. What, she didn’t know. And she didn’t get a chance to learn because the phone rang again.
    Like before, he didn’t answer it. He stood there. Waiting. It didn’t take long for the answering machine to kick in.
    “Matt, it’s me, Ronald,” the voice said. She recognized it as the man who’d called earlier. Except his voice was a little different now. Not sleepy. Frantic. “I hope to hell you’re there listening to this. And I hope to hell I’m wrong.”
    Matt reached over and hit the speaker function on the phone. “What’s going on?” he asked the caller.
    “I don’t know exactly, but five minutes ago the communications guys at the central command post intercepted a Level Red threat.”
    Cass looked at Matt, silently requesting an explanation.
    He didn’t provide one.
    “I take it this Level Red has something to do with me?” Matt asked his friend.
    “It has everything to do with you. Your name is on it. So is a fugitive—Cassandra Harrison. They believe she’s there with you.”
    That caused Matt to curse.
    “What’s wrong?” Cass mouthed.
    Again he didn’t answer.
    “My advice is to get out of there fast,” Ronald McKenzie continued. “We’ve got backup on the way, but it doesn’t look like we’ll make it in time. These guys are five to ten minutes ahead of us.”
    With that ominous-sounding warning, Ronald McKenzie hung up.
    Matt didn’t waste any time. He snatched his weapon from the fridge.
    “What’s wrong?” Cass demanded. “What does Level Red mean?” And she held her breath because she knew she wasn’t going to like the answer.
    Matt Christensen latched on to her arm and got her moving toward the kitchen door. “It means we leave now. Someone sent assassins to kill us.”

Chapter Four
     
    “I hate to say I told you so…” Cass grumbled under her breath.
    Yeah. Matt hated it, too, but hindsight wasn’t going to get them out of this situation.
    “Help is on the way, but I doubt they’ll arrive in time. And I’d rather not get involved in a shootout,” he said more to himself than her.
    “Then you’d better have a plan to avoid one.”
    She added something else equally obvious in that on-the-verge-of-panicking tone, but he shut out whatever she was saying. He had to concentrate if he was going to get them out of this alive.
    Matt grabbed the black leather jacket that he kept next to the back kitchen door. He shoved his cell phone, a small supply kit, her tranquilizer gun and some extra magazines of ammo into his pockets. The supply kit had money, matches and just in case, tools for picking locks. While he was at it, he crammed some ammo into Cass’s front jeans pocket, as well. Not the best idea he’d ever had.
    His fingers went places they never should have gone.
    Cass let him know that with a huff.
    Matt mumbled an apology and eased the back door open an inch, but he didn’t step outside. He paused and lifted his head a fraction. Listening.
    “Won’t the assassins use the street out front?” Cass asked. She slid her smaller gun back into her holster.
    “Maybe. But they might come at us from several directions.”
    She sucked in her breath. Yeah. The severity of their situation had obviously sunk in.
    Matt opened the door farther and did a situation assessment. He heard the vicious winter wind. But there was no