He had to get to Carilyn. Had to. He started to reach for his cell phone to call Carilyn when something caught his eye on top of a stack of crates. He frowned. It looked like it was probably nothing. But his gut told him to check it out. Cody jogged to where he thought he saw the unusual object while Reese followed him. Cody went to the pile of old wooden crates. He peered on top of a crate and froze. A cell phone detonator was strapped to enough C-4 to take out the entire warehouse. “Clear out!” Cody shouted. “Bomb!” Reese backed up. “Shit.” Cody and Reese shouted and waved everyone out of the building. Cody’s heart pounded harder and harder and his throat went dry. The moment the place was clear, Reese and Cody ran from the building. Cody had just made it to the opposite side of a police cruiser, Reese close behind, when the world exploded. Heat and noise filled the air as the warehouse went up. Reese gave a shout of pain, and when he landed on the ground beside Cody, he was cradling his hand to his belly, blood soaking his white shirt, his face contorted with pain.
