Jia’s stomach knotted when she saw the med patch and the blood covering Anne’s tactical suit. The wound was wider and deeper than Erik’s. Kant had made it sound like she’d been scratched, but the agent was conscious, a good sign.
“I can see it in your face, Jia.” Anne shook her head. “I’m fine, and I can concentrate well enough to kill anyone else who comes at me.”
“Okay. We need to get Lindstrom.”
“Knock twice three times,” Anne announced. “He’ll open the door.”
“He’s hiding in there?” Erik asked with a frown. “Did he leave you out here to die?”
“It was safe,” Anne replied. “And he did help in his own way. Where’s Kant?”
“Gone to get Emma,” Erik answered. “He’s in better shape than you or me.”
Anne chuckled. “Now I don’t feel so bad about one of them getting through my tac suit.”
