Turner waited, but no one answered the door. He fought the impatience. He wanted to get to Annie and get her someplace where he could surround her with guards. Armed ones.
His brother was going to meet him at the ranch. Trevor had agreed that he would stay with Annie no matter what. Even if that meant calling in favors to get Trevor permission to shadow her at the hospital as much as possible.
Turner wasn’t about to let anything happen to her. If he had his way, Trevor would be taking her to Mexico in the morning.
Houghton had even more armed guards down there, plus the advantage of distance. She and the kids would be safe.
That was all he wanted in the world.
“Try again,” Jake said. He peered into the window. “The lights are on. And I see people moving around.”
Turner pressed the doorbell.
Nothing.
He raised his fist and pounded for a moment. When that didn’t work, he pulled his keys from his pocket.
“I have a key.”
Jake pulled his gun from the holster. “I don’t like this. Buchanan knew we were coming to get her tonight. He should have met us at the damned door.”
Turner had never known what it felt like to have his blood freeze before. But in that moment, knowing that she was in there… “I have to get to her.”
“Hold your horses, lover boy. They could just be in another room.”
Turner wasn’t entirely certain he liked Jake MacNamara all that much.
“Carl’s doorbell can wake the dead,” Turner said, just as headlights came down the drive behind them. “If there are people in there, they heard that.”
Another car pulled in the long drive.
“Who the hell is that?” Jake asked. He hadn’t put his gun away. That spoke volumes.
“I don’t know.” Turner kept his eyes shielded as someone stepped from what he recognized as a TSP vehicle.
“It’s Marshall,” Jake stepped toward the man. “Something else must have happened.”
Elliot jogged up toward them.
“What’s happened?” Turner demanded.
“Callum called in. One of Daniel McKellan’s people just found Reggie Henedy, the son of Jennifer and Wallace Henedy, shot in his office. It doesn’t look good.” Elliot motioned toward the door. “He had a note on his desk stating he was supposed to meet Carl tonight at eleven.”
“It’s ten thirty now,” Turner said.
“Exactly. I knew you were on your way over here. Figured I’d stop, check on everyone myself before I headed home to Gabby. Make certain everything is ok.”
“Buchanan’s not answering,” Jake said, looking back through the side window. “And he should be.”
“We were just about ready to use the key.”