They continued on.
Dining room—cleared.
Kitchen—nothing.
They headed up the stairs.
Myles pushed open the first door, finding it to be a little bathroom. “Clear,” he shouted.
“Clear,” Zain called out, stepping from his area.
“Shit,” Iker cursed. He disappeared into the last room.
Myles and Zain paused in the doorway where Iker was.
The two women were sprawled on the large bed. The dark-haired one’s eyes were open and lifeless, staring at the ceiling. Blood caked the sheets and their bodies. Bullet holes lined the walls, and casings were left on the floor.
It had been a massacre.
There was no telling how long they’d been there. From the looks of it, Darius had caught them in the bed and sprayed them with bullets.
“Anything?” Myles asked, but he already knew the answer.
Iker checked for a pulse on both of them and stepped back, shaking his head.
They were too late.
“We found the hostages,” Myles announced through their communicators. “Call for the medical examiner.”
Chapter 11
Roxxy had to force herself to concentrate on the meeting at hand. Their team was currently reviewing over the details of the audit and what was still needed in order for them to conclude. Her gaze roamed around the conference table and took in their team. Each of the men were loyal to the company and had worked for her father for years.
Images of Myles kept creeping into her thoughts. She had to force them from her mind. No matter how much she wanted to replay their night together, now was not the time.
“SWAT is out on a call now. When they return, we will follow up with them and finish the interviews,” Earl stated.
Roxxy blinked.
Candidate interviews.
She could do that.
“I’ve already spoken with Sergeants MacArthur, Owen, and Officer Burton,” she remarked, looking down at her notes.
“Oh? When did you meet with Burton?” her father asked. He paused rifling through his papers and lifted his head.
Her face warmed at his innocent question. “Right after the tryouts.”
Earl eyed her before giving her a slight nod.
She blew out a deep breath, thankful he didn’t question her further.
“They’ve been dispatched on call for hours. I think we should go out there,” Phil suggested. He was one of the top auditors with the company. He, too, was a former cop who after taking a bullet to the knee, decided on using his skills in a different manner. He had never been cleared to work in the field again and did not want to spend the rest of his career behind a desk. Logistics Intelligence Services gave former policemen and women a way to use the skills they had developed over the years.
“Great idea. Why don’t you and Roxxy head out and observe.” Earl motioned to them.
Roxxy glanced at her co-worker and offered a tight smile. “Lou and Jim can handle the interviews. I want the men and women who tried out for SWAT to be included.”
“Yes, sir,” Lou and Jim echoed.
“We should be concluding within the next day or so,” Earl announced.
Even though Roxxy knew they wouldn’t be in Columbia for a long time, her father’s words still hit her like cold water to the face. She’d go back to her small town while Myles would still be here.
They hadn’t promised each other anything. She knew when she’d invited him up to her hotel that it was going to be for a night of hot sex.
Myles certainly hadn’t let her down.
Hell, he had her aching now just with the memories of everything they’d done.
“Ready to go?” Phil’s voice broke through her thoughts.
Roxxy glanced around and saw her team had dispersed. Earl stood at the door eyeing her.
“Sorry. Yeah, I’m ready.” She gathered her papers and put them in her binder. She stood from the table, embarrassed at being caught in a daydream.
They walked to the doorway together, but he held up a hand to her.
