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private air strip for you to land on so we can keep this off the books.”
    “No problem. I know just the place,” Cy smiled.
     
    Gemma watched Cy as he made his phone call. Fred licked her hand as she kept glancing around. Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was off with him.
    He hung up the phone and she could see him take a deep breath. Did that mean Detective Greene couldn’t be trusted? “What did they say about Detective Greene?” Gemma asked as soon as he started walking toward her.
    “Gemma, those men who are after you are very bad men,” Cy started.
    “I think that's rather obvious, don’t you?” She was starting to lose her patience. He was hiding something and she wanted to know what it was right now.
    “They are professional killers. They won’t stop until you’re dead and whatever evidence you have is destroyed. I need you to come with me.” He was so serious that Gemma just nodded.
    “No. Wait. How do you know that? Where are we going? To the police?” Gemma fired off her questions as they came to her.
    “They are part of a dangerous international criminal ring. The tattoo I saw gave them away. It was a Roman numeral X. I’m going to take you to my hometown in Kentucky. A plane is waiting for us at LAX right now,” Cy grabbed her elbow and started pulling her down the alley.
    “You think I'm going to get on a plane with you and fly across the country to Kentucky? I don’t think so, bud. I don’t know you, and you certainly aren’t a stuntman,” Gemma said as she dug in her heels to slow him down.
    “You’re right about one of those things. I’m not just a stuntman. I’m CIA and I’m taking you into protective custody. No one can know where you are. Not your friends, family, or even the police. These men will be coming after you and I’m trying to give us as much time as possible to find a way to stop them. Now, we have a plane to catch.”
    “Do you think I’m an idiot? I don’t see a badge. I don’t know anything about you. CIA, my ass. What are you, some kind of undercover spy pretending to be a stuntman? Please, that’s so Hollywood.” Gemma laughed as she started to get angry with her rescuer. These tales were just too much.
    “Actually, yes. That’s exactly it. Now, we need to move.”
    “I don’t think so.” Gemma pulled back. There was no way she was putting her life in the hands of a total stranger.
    Bam! The sound of a bullet lodging into the brick building next to her had her diving for Cy’s outreached hand.
    “What do you think now, honey?” he yelled back as he dragged her down the alley, bullets flying around them.
     
    Cy maneuvered through the web of alleys and side streets as he tried to lose the member of Ten . Gemma had stopped protesting . . . for now. As he ran, his mind went back. It seemed ages ago that Cy began this journey.
    As a teenager, he had been forced to sit back and watch his three brothers head off to the Army when all he had wanted was to join them. He was about to turn eighteen, but his oldest brother, Miles, had begged him to stay and watch over the family. Their younger sister, Paige, was just about to turn sixteen and their youngest brother, Pierce, was two years younger than that. And so Cy had stuck around.
    In high school, Cy had been a nerd. He knew it. He took pleasure in outsmarting his older brothers—not an easy task for sure. He had developed muscles his senior year, but he wasn’t anything compared to his older brothers. He’d had a couple of girlfriends, but not the head cheerleader like Miles dated. And he didn’t have girls chasing after him like Marshall. But when his brothers left, he had taken his responsibility as the guardian brother very seriously. He took over all three of his brothers’ chores on their parents’ large farm. He tossed hay bales, mowed pastures, and then one day he decided it was time to try riding his dad’s old bronco.
    Cy had been bucked off,