Fated Identity (Red Star #6) Read Online Free Page B

It was apparent from the way people were ducking down in their cars and running in a staggered fashion away from the scene that they were terrified about what had unfolded, especially with two men dead. He took hold of Brienne’s hand as she maneuvered herself across the driver’s seat over fragmented glass. He didn’t let go until they started to jog down the street against traffic.
    There wasn’t a chance in hell they were going to wait around to see if more men showed up to try and finish the job. Brienne wouldn’t be able to hear what Grady said, so he motioned for them to head for Union Station. It would provide an opportunity to get lost in the general public, as well as give them the time needed to analyze the situation.
    Grady could see from people’s expressions and the way they were craning their necks that the police were arriving on the scene. It wouldn’t be long before someone pointed in the direction they had taken, but they’d already made a right at the next block and were putting lateral distance between them and the carnage left behind. He needed to speak with either SSA Telfer or someone higher up the chain immediately. Brienne was being targeted, which meant that article in a Pakistani newspaper had a far wider reach than any of them had initially anticipated.
    Brienne slowed down and took the time to hide the weapon she’d taken from his glove compartment underneath her jacket. She placed her fingertips against her ears with a wince and rubbed the areas as she examined their surroundings. He moved his jaw from side to side as well, trying to subdue the ringing. He took her cue to holster his weapon, albeit reluctantly. The less attention they brought to themselves, the better at this point. They were about a block away from Union Station, but it was enough of a distance to allow them to reevaluate.
    “I think we need to catch a cab,” Brienne shouted, her words getting caught up in the incessant buzzing. It was apparent she was talking too loud and he signaled she needed to lower her voice. A few curious stares were shot their way. “Staying visible out on the streets will only put us and other innocent pedestrians in the line of fire.”
    “We need to get you underground.” Grady noticed that Brienne’s attention was on his lips since her hearing had yet to fully return. He repeated his statement and waited for her to nod her understanding. “Stay close.”
    Brienne’s quick nod of acquiesce had Grady changing direction. The adrenaline produced by what had just happened was starting to wear off. Damn, that was a close call. Had Brienne been by herself during that ambush, she never would have had time to stop both converging tangos coming at her from opposite directions. He couldn’t even fathom that scenario. Why was she being specifically targeted and not any other agents within the section?
    The temperature was above normal for this time of year and the sun was beating down on the asphalt, producing an uncomfortable heat. The normally delicious aroma drifting from the hot dog stand did nothing but generate nausea. Once they were able to blend in with the crowd, people weren’t watching where they were headed and Grady didn’t have a spare minute for pleasantries. He was determined to get Brienne to safety and he didn’t stop until they were at the Georgetown Law School off of New Jersey Avenue.
    Grady didn’t waste time heading directly for McDonough Hall, where the office of the Dean of Students was located. There were advantages to still being in the field, one of them being established contacts who were dependable.
    David Pierce was the current Dean of Students, as well as a source for the FBI and CIA to tap into regarding foreign students coming into the university with less than stellar goals of education. The student visa ruse was usually quickly spotted and many a terrorist plot had been diverted using this method of detection. Dave was currently with another staff member,