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168 Into the Fray (Jayden)

As we head towards the hotel parking lot, Winona suddenly stops in her tracks. "We can't take that car where we're going," she says, her voice low but firm.

I glance at the sleek, black luxury sedan we rented. She's probably right. It stuck out like a dog's balls at Winona's old house.

"Okay," I say, pulling out my phone. "Let me make another call."

I dial my head of security, Gunner, who's used to handling all kinds of situations. The man's ex-military, special services. If there's anyone I trust to get us what we need right now, it's him. "Mr. Brennan," Gunner answers on the first ring. Always professional, always on point.

"Gunner, I need security. And a car that won't get us killed or robbed. Something that blends in where we're going. We need protection-people who aren't afraid to use force if necessary. I'll send you the location." There's a brief pause before Gunner responds. "Understood, sir. I'll arrange everything. Give me thirty minutes."

"It's urgent."

"Consider it done."

I hang up and turn to Winona. "Thirty minutes max."

'She nods and we wait. "I hope I can find her."

"I hope you can too. But, Winona, I don't want you doing anything stupid. You don't need to be out there alone."

"I won't do anything stupid."

heard this tone of voice before. Hopefully she isn't about to break. I

to there and let my men

driven around in. It's a beat-up, old SUV, the kind that's been through a few rough nights and has come out the other side worse for

Perfect.

guys are dressed down in worn jeans, hoodies, and heavy jackets. One has a tattoo creeping up his neck, and the other's got a scar running down his

type you'd see hanging

we

he points at the guy in

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you won't see them. They know the streets we're

gives me a nod, his expression hard. "We got your back. Ain't

the edge out of my volce,

I in the back, Mac driving, and Tito riding shotgun. Literally. We head across town, deeper into the hood than Winona's

the tension in the air grips me. The buildings here are rundown, graffiti covering almost every surface. People linger on corners, eyeing

squeezes back, giving me a reassuring look. But I can see the determination in her eyes.

that right, pretty boy." Tito grins and I wouldn't call it

am sure out of

peering

on the comer. She was talking to some men. I think some women are there too. They

but even I can see through it. She's just eighteen,

I can react, Winona's already out of the

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