Chapter 49
Myles had scanned the last room on the first floor finding nothing out of place, everything still locked, when he heard Tara's scream. Ignoring his training, he immediately took off running in the direction of her cries.
Fortunately, Charles caught him at the base of the stairs, strong-arming him to prevent him from entering the living room. The younger agent had come down the stairs just moments before and overhead the conversation between Tara and Kelly.
"We can't go in there without a plan, Myles," Charles whispered, trying to get him to see reason. "All we'd end up doing is putting her in more danger with Kelly," he explained.
"Okay," Myles snapped, abruptly pushing the other man's hands off his shirt. "So what do we do? We can't just leave her out there," he questioned impatiently.
"Oh, Mr. F.B.I. Men," the sinister voice called from the other room. "Come out, come out wherever you are?"
His taunting made Myles flinch, wanting to charge in there after the man, but he knew Charles was right. He didn't want his actions to end up causing Tara to get hurt.
"Follow my lead," Charles stated simply, turning with his hands raised to enter the room. Myles saw the strange glint in the other man's blue eyes, but tried not to think about what it meant. Raising his hands, his gun dangling freely from his finger, he followed the younger man.
I sure hope you know what you're doing, Myles prayed silently. Our lives just might depend on it.
Tara had pulled herself up into a seated position on the floor, leaning against the couch for support. She watched as Kelly paced back and forth in the room after he'd called out to the others. She could see his anger rising as every second passed while he waited for Myles and Charles to appear.
A few seconds later, Tara didn't' know which startled her more, when Kelly suddenly stopped in the middle of the floor or when she was the two men heading towards them, arms raised. What are you doing? She wanted to shout at them but didn't dare out of fear of retaliation from Kelly.
"Well, it's about time you two showed up," Kelly smiled in triumph. "The little lady and I were about to start the party without you."
"Can't have that now, can we?" Charles retorted calmly.
"Drop your guns to the floor. Slowly," Kelly clarified, training his gun on them. "Then kick them over there," he indicated with a slight tilt of his head.
Confused Tara's eyes locked with Myles' as the men complied with the instructions. She could tell he was worried about her and tried to reassure him with a brief smile. However, she was more concerned about their situation and about what they were going to do to get out of it.
"Okay, now that the main players are here," Kelly started, smiling broadly at his accomplishment. "If the others would have done their jobs at the theater, this would all be over now," he snarled.
"It's so hard to get good help these days," Charles agreed, his eyes never leaving the burly man as he spoke.
"Well, I guess we just need to wait for the supporting cast to get here and we can end this charade," Kelly growled, shooting daggers at the tall blonde.
"Why wait?"
The three agents snapped their head around at the sound of Amber's voice coming from the front door. Just behind the petite brunette, Michael had Annie in his arms, a large white bandage on her forehead while everyone else stood behind them.
"Well, well, Ms. Forrester," Kelly smirked triumphantly. "So good to see you again, my dear."
Tara glanced at Myles before turning back to gawk at the agent that had been assigned to protect them. The information they found was true, she thought in amazement. She did know Kelly before. Now, she wondered what Amber was going to do, help them or help Kelly.