Forged in Fire by Trish McCallan

Author:Trish McCallan [Trish McCallan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: mobi, Romantic Suspense, Paranormal Romance, Fiction, Forged, epub
ISBN: 2940013009103
Published: 2011-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Son of a bitch,” Zane said beneath his breath as he lowered the binoculars they’d liberated from the gun safe.

Taking care not to disturb the drooping boughs, he sank to his knees. The cushion of pine needles matting the ground gave beneath his weight, releasing an alpine-scented perfume of such strength it smelled like someone had spritzed the place with air freshener. He aimed the binoculars through a break in the dense foliage and studied the football-field expanse of lawn stretching from the edge of the forest to the concrete path leading up to the front of the house.

The situation didn’t look any better on the second scan.

With a frustrated grunt, he passed the binoculars to Cosky, who crouched beside him.

“We’re good and fucked.” Zane kept his voice low, barely above a whisper. Sound traveled, even within the confines of heavy vegetation.

The two pairs of military-grade binoculars they’d found amid the guns had been the last piece of good fortune they’d been blessed with before things had taken a detour into fucked-up.

Apparently, the good citizens of Enumclaw didn’t believe in numbering their mailboxes, driveways, or even their goddamn houses. Nor had the worthless piece of shit the FBI called a GPS system been able to direct them to the address on that slip of paper. The system had guided them toward a driveway that didn’t exist. They’d wasted twenty minutes looking for a mailbox with a street number, and then counted their way up from there.

“This has to be the place.” Cosky aimed the binoculars toward the left edge of the house, and the two cameras mounted to the trim just below the gutters.

“No shit.”

The cameras and windows were a dead giveaway. Zane took the binoculars back and peered at the sheets of plywood stretched across the glass. No way in hell were they gaining access through there. Not without a crowbar and some serious muscle. He turned the binoculars toward the upper-left quadrant of the house. One of the cameras was aimed out, surveying the endless stretch of emerald lawn, while the other was angled in, toward the windows, front door and the two-car garage.

He scanned the yard again. At least two acres of flat lawn. No trees. No shrubs. No rock. No dips or swells. Which equaled no cover. Yeah, they were well and truly screwed.

Out of the blue, Zane found himself wondering where Beth lived. Did she live in a rural setting, or the heart—

Christ, he needed to get his mind back on the mission. Scanning the entry way again, he forced Beth out of his mind.

No steps. No shrubs. No decorative trees.

Son of a bitch.

“At least we don’t have to worry about neighbors. The last thing we need is some poor bastard out mowing his lawn taking a stray slug.” Cosky didn’t lift his gaze from their target.

“Or calling the police.” Zane lowered the binoculars, foreboding prickling.

The house was a good three quarters of a mile from the main road, and surrounded by a thick stand of maple, pine, and fir.

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