“What about Grimm? Can’t we make it look like he staged the whole thing?”
“There was an awful lot of blood.” Jordan tugged at her earring. “I’m not sure we’d be able to pull that off.”
The doorbell rang, and Jamie raced toward it. She flung it open, ignoring the warning shouts of both Kir and Logan.
“Travis!” She flung herself into his arms, holding him tight. God, it was good to see he was all right.
“I need to show you something.”
“I bet you do,” Kir muttered, laughing when Jordan smacked him upside the head.
“All right. Let me get my keys.” She grabbed them off the side table and, taking Travis’s hand, waved goodbye to her family. “See you tomorrow.”
She walked out with Travis to a chorus of goodbyes, her heart skipping happily as she strode next to her man.
He led her to the elevators and she frowned. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
She stepped into the elevator. “I thought we weren’t supposed to leave the building.”
The doors shut.
“Travis?”
She shrieked. The man whose hand she was holding was a stranger. He held something up against her neck.
Excruciating pain. Everything went dark.
“What do you mean she left with
Logan shared a look with Kir while a terrified Jordan looked on. “Grimm.”
Jeff was already on his way out the door. The expression on his face was one that Travis had never before seen. “Jeff.”
The other man barely broke stride. “Don’t say it.”
“We don’t know where he took her.”
Nik’s expression was dreamy. Heimdall was seeing somewhere else. “The torture chamber.
Val grimaced. “Where else?”
Travis nodded, his heart in his throat. “He wants us to find her.”
“And we’ll give him what he wants it if means saving Jamie.” Jeff’s hands were clenched at his sides, but his face was almost serene.
“Or so he thinks.”
Jeff didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.
Travis strode through the doors, the others on his heels.
“Get Magnus and Morgan here, Jordan. I don’t want you unprotected.”
“Fuck no, Logan. I’m going too.”
Logan grabbed her by the arms, sat her in a chair at the dinette set and waved his arms, drawing runes in the air.
Jordan gasped as two bands of fiery light wrapped around her wrists and two more wrapped around her ankles. She glared up at Logan.
“I will not lose you or our children.” He placed a swift kiss on her lips. “Please trust me. I swear I’ll save Jamie.”
Jordan stilled. “Like you did last time.”
Thunder sounded. Rain poured down the window. Kir fingered the necklace Gungnir hung from, the pupils of his eyes turning white as snow. “Not like last time.”
Morgan and Magnus raced into the room, looking disheveled. “What’s going on?”
“Grimm has Jamie. Stay with Jordan, make sure she’s safe.”
The twin brothers nodded at Travis, moving toward their sister. “We’ll take care of her, hothead.”
Morgan slapped Logan on the shoulder. “Go save our sister.”
Logan gave Jordan one last, hard kiss before striding toward the door.
“I love you.” Travis turned to see Jordan glaring at Logan. “But I’m still kicking your ass for this when you get home.”
Logan snorted, blew her a kiss and walked out the door. Kir, smiling but shaking his head, followed, Travis and Jeff right on their heels.
The elevator was cramped, but not one of them chose to get out. Logan cuddled back into Kir, seemingly content, but the heat in the elevator was rising steadily.
The doors opened silently and the men headed out. Travis headed straight for Logan’s SUV. They all climbed in and Logan took off, heading straight for Grimm’s old stomping grounds: Grimm and Sons.
“We’re being followed.”
Travis turned in his seat to look at Nik. Nik was smiling one of his enigmatic smiles. “Who?”
“Detective Mancinelli.”
“Want me to lose her?” Logan jiggled the steering wheel.
Travis frowned. “No. Let her follow.”
Nik’s eyebrow quirked, but that was the only sign of an expression on his otherwise blank face.
Kir, on the other hand, was looking at Travis like he’d lost his mind. “Why?”
Travis turned around. “Don’t ask me why, but something tells me she’s going to be part of this.”
“The part that wants to save Jamie or the part that’s the God of Justice?”
Travis thought about that for a few seconds. “Yes.”
Kir shrugged. “Okay.”
What the hell are they up to? She’d been following them since Danny’s little meltdown in the precinct, curious to find out what the fuck was going on. Nik’s little whisper in her ear insured it.
But it wasn’t just DeWitt’s little whisper that had her following them. No sirree. It was Danny-boy who’d set her on the path to stalkerhood. No way had she seen what she thought she saw. Not only did Danny somehow know the lawyer, a man she’d never seen around the precinct, but he’d reacted all out of proportion to bail being posted. His face had been filled with rage, his body practically trembling with it.
She’d been close enough to see it.
The temperature dropping the madder Danny got? That was just plain freaky.
Was it a conspiracy? Where all of these people involved? And how did DeWitt fit in? He wasn’t related to the Grimms. Was he? She snarled. Something about DeWitt really got under her skin. She’d love to find something on the cold bastard. Was he involved in Oliver Grimm’s murder? What did he know that she didn’t?
Well, she intended to find out.
They pulled up outside the office building. The men exchanged silent glances and, as one, headed for the front door.
Circumventing the security measures was easy for Logan. A little hand waving, a few muttered phrases and the red glowing light glinted green. Travis resolved to see to it that his own security became Jotun proof. Who knew what tricks Grimm had up his sleeve thanks to his blood bond with Rina? Nik nodded and went in first, nonchalantly looking around. The others swiftly followed.
“So, Detective. What are you hoping to find?” The others stopped at the sound of Nik’s voice.
“Besides your asses in jail for breaking and entering?”
Jeff strode over to the detective. “I don’t have time for this. That fucktard has my sister in his sick little room again, and I’m going to get her out no matter what it takes. Stay out of my way or I
“Your license will probably be revoked when they find out about this little stunt.” She blew out her breath. “What makes you think your sister is here?”
Nik grinned. “She’s here.”
She rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t asking you, Mr. DeWitt.”
“We can prove it.” Logan walked over to one of the offices. Muttering and waving his hands he unlocked the door and threw it open. “Step into my office, Detective.”
