Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer by Abigail Madeleine u Roux Urban
Authors: Abigail Madeleine u Roux Urban
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would be gone soon.
“I don‟t suppose if I agreed to go to a game that you‟d agree to go
dancing,” Zane suggested as he scooped more chopped potatoes into
the water.
Ty looked up and snorted at him. “I don‟t mind going dancing.
It‟s just the clubs that make me nervous, too many ways to get killed.”
“And strobe lights,” Zane added, obviously remembering what Ty
had told him when he‟d balked at the dance club on the cruise ship. “I‟d
still have your back,” he said, looking up to meet Ty‟s eyes evenly.
Ty stared back at him, feeling a shiver run up his spine as he
looked into Zane‟s dark eyes. It was frustrating sometimes, how one
look in Zane‟s eyes made Ty want to throw everything else out the
window. But mostly it was fun.
The shift of his weight to stalk around the bar and steal a kiss was
interrupted when the police-band radio he kept in a little-used corner of
the kitchen crackled to life, the voice sounding marginally panicked as
it asked for backup and the bomb squad.
“10-79!”
Ty straightened as he looked at the radio. The signal was weak
enough that it only picked up on calls from his neighborhood, alerting
him to anything in the vicinity he might be able to help with. It rarely
came to life.
Zane set the knife down and picked up a towel, drying his hands
as he turned to listen, a frown on his face.
“10-79,” the radio spat again through the static. “501 East Pratt
Street.”
Another voice answered, also sounding panicky and out of breath.
These people weren‟t making official police calls; they had to be off-
duty.
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“Jesus, that‟s the aquarium,” Ty told Zane.
Ty stood and pushed away from the counter as Zane turned off
the burners. “What is it? Ten, twelve blocks?” Zane asked as he strode
to the couch, plucked up his shoulder holster, shrugged into it in a
quick and long-practiced move, and slid his gun into place.
Ty nodded as he jogged toward the coat rack by the door and the
small table drawer where he kept his sidearms. He hurried to put the
shoulder holster on, getting the straps tangled as he did so and not
caring. Zane grabbed his keys and leather jacket.
“We‟ll get there faster on foot in this kind of traffic,” Ty told him
as he yanked at the front door.
“I‟ll drive between cars and on sidewalks if I have to,” Zane
answered.
Ty stood at the front door, momentarily indecisive. He would
gladly ride on the back of Zane‟s deathtrap Valkyrie if he really
thought it‟d get them through the Friday night traffic gauntlet of Fell‟s
Point to the Inner Harbor faster than he could hoof it. Maybe.
“You ride. I‟ll run,” he told Zane, completely sincere in his belief
that he could get there quicker.
“Meet you there,” Zane said as he headed for the bike parked in
front of the row house.
Ty slapped his hand down on the badge that lay on the table,
sliding the chain it hung from over his head as he pulled the door
closed and hopped from the top step of his stoop to the sidewalk. He
sprinted toward Fleet Street as Zane started the bike with a quick jump
and revved the engine. He knocked back the kickstand and got the
Valkyrie moving as he shoved his helmet on without buckling it.
Ty watched him weave into the heavy traffic and followed in
Zane‟s path for half a block, but then he did what only a man on foot
could do and parkoured his ass over someone‟s fence and into the
alleyway between two buildings. It wasn‟t just a matter of getting to the
aquarium in time to help now—it was a matter of pride. He‟d beat that
damn motorcycle even if it killed him to do it.
38 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux
Chapter Three
“THIS is a WBAL TV 11 News Special Saturday Report. I‟m Andrea
Gregg.”
“A false bomb threat last night had off-duty police officers and
volunteer workers scrambling to evacuate a group of children from the
Baltimore Aquarium. The aquarium
“I don‟t suppose if I agreed to go to a game that you‟d agree to go
dancing,” Zane suggested as he scooped more chopped potatoes into
the water.
Ty looked up and snorted at him. “I don‟t mind going dancing.
It‟s just the clubs that make me nervous, too many ways to get killed.”
“And strobe lights,” Zane added, obviously remembering what Ty
had told him when he‟d balked at the dance club on the cruise ship. “I‟d
still have your back,” he said, looking up to meet Ty‟s eyes evenly.
Ty stared back at him, feeling a shiver run up his spine as he
looked into Zane‟s dark eyes. It was frustrating sometimes, how one
look in Zane‟s eyes made Ty want to throw everything else out the
window. But mostly it was fun.
The shift of his weight to stalk around the bar and steal a kiss was
interrupted when the police-band radio he kept in a little-used corner of
the kitchen crackled to life, the voice sounding marginally panicked as
it asked for backup and the bomb squad.
“10-79!”
Ty straightened as he looked at the radio. The signal was weak
enough that it only picked up on calls from his neighborhood, alerting
him to anything in the vicinity he might be able to help with. It rarely
came to life.
Zane set the knife down and picked up a towel, drying his hands
as he turned to listen, a frown on his face.
“10-79,” the radio spat again through the static. “501 East Pratt
Street.”
Another voice answered, also sounding panicky and out of breath.
These people weren‟t making official police calls; they had to be off-
duty.
Divide & Conquer | 37
“Jesus, that‟s the aquarium,” Ty told Zane.
Ty stood and pushed away from the counter as Zane turned off
the burners. “What is it? Ten, twelve blocks?” Zane asked as he strode
to the couch, plucked up his shoulder holster, shrugged into it in a
quick and long-practiced move, and slid his gun into place.
Ty nodded as he jogged toward the coat rack by the door and the
small table drawer where he kept his sidearms. He hurried to put the
shoulder holster on, getting the straps tangled as he did so and not
caring. Zane grabbed his keys and leather jacket.
“We‟ll get there faster on foot in this kind of traffic,” Ty told him
as he yanked at the front door.
“I‟ll drive between cars and on sidewalks if I have to,” Zane
answered.
Ty stood at the front door, momentarily indecisive. He would
gladly ride on the back of Zane‟s deathtrap Valkyrie if he really
thought it‟d get them through the Friday night traffic gauntlet of Fell‟s
Point to the Inner Harbor faster than he could hoof it. Maybe.
“You ride. I‟ll run,” he told Zane, completely sincere in his belief
that he could get there quicker.
“Meet you there,” Zane said as he headed for the bike parked in
front of the row house.
Ty slapped his hand down on the badge that lay on the table,
sliding the chain it hung from over his head as he pulled the door
closed and hopped from the top step of his stoop to the sidewalk. He
sprinted toward Fleet Street as Zane started the bike with a quick jump
and revved the engine. He knocked back the kickstand and got the
Valkyrie moving as he shoved his helmet on without buckling it.
Ty watched him weave into the heavy traffic and followed in
Zane‟s path for half a block, but then he did what only a man on foot
could do and parkoured his ass over someone‟s fence and into the
alleyway between two buildings. It wasn‟t just a matter of getting to the
aquarium in time to help now—it was a matter of pride. He‟d beat that
damn motorcycle even if it killed him to do it.
38 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux
Chapter Three
“THIS is a WBAL TV 11 News Special Saturday Report. I‟m Andrea
Gregg.”
“A false bomb threat last night had off-duty police officers and
volunteer workers scrambling to evacuate a group of children from the
Baltimore Aquarium. The aquarium
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