Nine
Passion made an abrupt departure as Jake’s training took over. Before the sound of the lock giving faded away, he had his gun out and was taking aim at the light. Phoebe shook her head. “Wait.”
She was right. No reason to warn the intruders they were armed.
“Is there another way out of here?”
Before she could answer, they heard glass shatter from the direction of her office, followed almost immediately by the sound of the back door being kicked open.
“This way,” she said, heading for the dubious cover of the bar.
The front door gave just as they reached the bar. Jake crouched down beside Phoebe and realized she was still one step ahead of him when she opened a panel to reveal the breaker box. He only had time to grin at her before she took out the lights. That left only a triang
