Reese clutched the pen, her eyes glued to where Matthew had disappeared, worry twisting inside her. She knew exactly why he’d run off like that. He was afraid that if they waited for Roman, they’d be too late. If anything happened to Alex, they might never get the proof they needed to show Grace was behind her mother’s accident.
***
The brickyard was a mess. Broken bricks littered the ground, dust hanging thick in the air. In the faint moonlight, Matthew took in the scene.
Two cops lay on the floor. One was out cold, blood seeping from his temple. The other was clutching his stomach, face ghostly pale, blood at the corner of his mouth. Four men in black surrounded him.
Seth stood in front, gripping a rusty steel pipe, his eyes hard and cold. “Hand over Alex, and maybe I’ll let you live.”
The officer struggled to catch his breath, teeth clenched. “Forget it. We already called backup. You’re not getting away.”
Seth laughed, hefting the pipe. “Maybe you should start worrying about who are going to find your bodies.” He flicked his hand at his men. “Finish him. Then go get Alex.”
One of the men lunged. The cop barely dodged, but pain shot through him and he grunted.
Suddenly, a shadow burst from the side, moving fast. There was a heavy thud. The man in black didn’t even see it coming. He dropped to the ground, knocked out cold.
In just a few seconds, two were down.
Seth’s face twisted with shock and rage. He gripped the pipe so tight his knuckles turned white. “All of you, now! Take him out!”
The last two rushed in, one aiming high, one low. Matthew didn’t back down. He kicked one right in the knee, dropping him to the floor. Then he spun and slammed his elbow into the other’s chest. That guy flew backward, hit a broken wall, and slid to the ground.
Just like that, all four men were down, sprawled across the floor.

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