High Octane Heroes by Delilah Devlin (ed)

Author:Delilah Devlin (ed)
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2013-07-15T14:00:00+00:00

Macy Man

Paige clutched a fistful of Abercrombie-style button-down and pivoted.

The college boy, who smelled of cheap whiskey, completed his decent headfirst to the concrete without taking her along for the ride.

Bobbing around his friends, who all looked as cute and just as wasted, she continued winding though the crowd. While most around her craned their necks toward the sky, mouths agape at the colorful spectacle of friendly little bombs, she kept her target in view. The Fourth of July crush of one million warm, Detroit bodies wasn’t enough to deter her lust for vengeance. It had been twenty-four hours since she’d been royally fucked and reaped no pleasure from the experience. Tonight, she would get release.

The security guard working the door of the City-County Building nodded at Paige’s badge, and she stomped through the lobby. Up the elevator and down a corridor of cubicle-sized offices, Paige saw the door labeled ROOF ACCESS in the distance. After the echo of two ground-eating strides in its direction, the door swung wide with a metal smack, and two Special Response Team members in full tactical gear strode into the hallway.

At the sight of the blacked-out commandos, their faces obscured by balaclavas and bodies loaded down with Kevlar and weaponry, adrenaline shot through her veins like a bullet from a gun. All thoughts of fatigue from lack of sleep over the past forty-eight hours or the hour and a half it took warring through the crowd to get here vanished.

Shoulders back and chin up, she stopped directly in front of the two men. “Donovan Wolfe?”

Two sets of eyes went wide followed by heads shaking. The tallest of the two hitched a thumb toward the access door.

Paige inclined her head, a small gesture of thanks, and pushed past them.

One of the men, no way to know which since she wasn’t looking, cleared his throat. “Sergeant Cline, should we call an ambulance?”

The corners of her mouth turned up when she replied without glancing back, “No. Call the medical examiner.” Behind her the metal door slammed shut cutting off the men’s oohs and chuckles.

Outside the cover of the building, Paige was surprised by the otherworldliness of the rooftop. Wailing sirens and honking horns were muted by the height and whipping wind, which took her hair in a violent gust and slapped it across her face. On any other night, she could lose herself up here, but tonight she couldn’t allow any distractions. Inhaling deeply, she focused.

Two more SRT members occupied the tar-topped roof. One big mother stood, legs braced apart, leaning loosely against the building’s wide ledge where he studied the ground below through the scope of his SR-90. The other crouched his more meager, yet respectable frame on the sleek black epoxy, stowing his gear.

Coordination between the negotiator and the SRT funneled through the commander. So Paige had never met the elite leader of the Special Response Team she sought. Both men’s faces were hidden from view, yet she knew which of the two bore the name Wolfe.

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