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Mace caun at the vehicle Striker yanked at the door, but it edged in tight against the foliage And there was no movement inside

“I don’t think anybody’s gonna shoot at us” He tried to keep hiswhat that meant Friday couldn’t be dead To hell with his snake—he ishing the asshole gone But Friday… “Push on the wheels See if we can get it up off the ground so I can open the door”

Mace slipped his gun into the holster strapped to this thigh and pushed against the wheels The car rocked under his strength, and Striker ed to yank the door free He crouched to look inside The massive body of the man who’d snatched Friday from him was sprawled over the roof of the car

But there was no sign of the little scientist

“What the hell? Where is she?”

“You think she was thrown from the car?”

“Better look around” He put his hand on the door to pull hi noise

Dumbass? he snapped at his other half You there?

Every ht as he waited for an answer

Sore

That one word alht him to his knees

Where the hell are you? Is Friday with you?

Small space Dark She’s mine

Striker breathed a shaky sigh of relief Damn possessive reptile He crouched down and exae car It was the modern equivalent of a twenty-first century SUV, only it was fitted with adjustable seating and plenty of tech He exaap under the back seat He stuck his head into the car to get a better look and alht before hied into the narrow space, his snake curled around her

“They’re here!”