Undetected (Treasure Hunter Security Book 8) by Anna Hackett

Author:Anna Hackett [Hackett, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-03T18:30:00+00:00

Darcy followed Alastair as he pushed through the crowd. All around, guests were crouched and hiding. Some were silent and others were sobbing.

Well, this gala was going to be front page news.

More gunfire came from somewhere and she ducked. Alastair gripped her arm. God, Darcy hoped all the guests were okay. They’d known Silk Road would make a play for the diamonds, but not like this.

She looked back at her mini-tablet and saw the diamonds moving upstairs. “Diamonds are heading up to the mezzanine.”

Alastair swiveled. In the faint emergency lighting, she saw the shadow of a big man jogging up the stairs.

Then Alastair sprinted forward. He took the stairs two at a time.

Dammit. Darcy hurried to follow after him. She just made out Cal and Logan in the shadows, fighting with some Silk Road men.

She knew the rest of the THS team would be spread throughout the room, fighting to bring Silk Road under control. She sent a silent prayer that they were all okay.

She was halfway up the stairs, when she saw Alastair reach the top. He tackled the man with the diamonds and she lost sight of them.

Lifting her skirt, she moved faster, and made it to the mezzanine. Ahead, Alastair and the man were circling each other. They charged, fists flying.

The blows were hard and powerful. A glancing hit caught Alastair on the chin and she winced. He dodged another punch, then rammed one into the Silk Road man’s gut. The man doubled over, and Alastair kicked him.

Then she saw the glint of something in the man’s hand. Her pulse went haywire.

“Alastair! He has a knife.”

The man slashed out. Alastair leaped back, but he wasn’t quite fast enough. There was enough light for her to see the huge tear across Alastair’s shirt.

God, no. Darcy grabbed a nearby chair and charged.

“What the fuck?” The man turned, just as she rammed the chair into him.

“Darcy, back,” Alastair bit out.

Momentum carried her forward. She ran the Silk Road man into the mezzanine railing.

He grunted, then gripped the chair and tore it away from her. He tossed it and it hit Alastair, who staggered back.

Darcy kept her gaze on the man. He was little more than a shadow. She saw the flash of the small metal case bulging in the inside pocket of his jacket. The diamonds.

She darted forward and grabbed the case.

A hard hand clamped onto her wrist and she grimaced. She could almost feel the delicate bones grinding together.

The man shoved hard and they lurched. She tried to pull the case closer, but he pulled back, pain flaring in her wrist.

“You’re not stealing these,” she snapped.

“I already have.” He had a deep Southern twang.

He shoved harder, and they twirled like dancers. Her hip hit the railing. Hard.

“Where’s the Collector?” she said.

“Waiting for me to deliver these.”

She refused to let go of the case and they spun in another unwieldy circle. Annoyed, Darcy shoved the man and he leaped up onto a chair, towering over her.

“Darcy.” Alastair rushed forward, grabbed a fistful of her dress, and yanked her back.

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