“Emmett and Gwen got control of the house. Draven and Jethro engaged the attackers outside, but the vehicle carrying Devon made it off the property.”
“Anyone get a plate?”
“Not a usable one.”
Blake dragged a hand down his face. “What about the men who took her?”
“Six of the attackers were neutralized. Two are in custody, but so far, neither is talking. Emmett and Lincoln are working to identify everyone involved.”
Blake looked away.
He remembered Devon kneeling beside him. Her hands on his chest. Her voice breaking as she begged him to be okay.
He’d heard her.
Somewhere through the darkness, he’d heard her sweet, scared voice and had heard her cries. But he hadn’t been able to move, and now she was gone, and—
A knock sounded at the door two seconds before Emmett stepped inside.
The Echo Team leader looked like he’d been dragged through hell. There was dried blood on the cuff of his shirt, and a bruise had begun forming along his jaw.
Blake searched his face. “Tell me you’ve got something.”
Emmett closed the door behind him. “We’re working every angle.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I know.”
Blake’s jaw clenched. “How did they get her?”
Emmett approached the bed.
“After you were hit, Gwen tried to keep Devon behind cover. One of the attackers got to her while Gwen was facing off with another gunman. They dragged Devon through the mudroom and out to a waiting SUV.”
Blake swallowed hard. “Was she hurt?”
The man’s silence made his stomach twist.
Emmett gave a quick clearing of his throat. “She fought them.”
Of course she had.
That was Devon. Terrified or not, she’d fought.
“How bad?”
“We don’t know,” Emmett answered honestly. “Gwen saw her get slammed against a doorframe, and Jethro said she went down on the gravel outside. But she was conscious when they put her in the vehicle.”
Blake closed his eyes.
She’d already endured so much. More than anyone ever should. And now—
“Get me out of here.”
Lucas shook his head. “Not yet.”
He met the former Corpsman’s stare. “That wasn’t a request.”