Chapter Twenty-Four
AUDREY HAD WATCHED enough cop movies to know the best place to hide from a bullet was behind the engine block of a car.
The gunman had shot out both front tires just as Audrey had been about to drive away from this ambush.
God, how stupid could she be? Was Sienna still alive? Probably not, and grief washed over her even as another bullet smashed into the radiator. She gripped her phone in her hand and pressed Noah’s speed dial button.
“Audrey?”
Then another voice. One she recognized with every nerve in her body. “Where the hell are you?” asked Killion.
“Cox’s Park. Just off River Road. Someone is shooting at me, but I can’t see where they are firing from.”
“Pistol or rifle?”
“How the heck would I know?”
“Okay. Sorry. We’re on our way. Just sit tight. We’re five minutes out.”
“Okay.” She was shaking so badly she could barely grip the cell. She was so sick of this terror that kept following her everywhere. She wanted this over. She wanted her life back.
A voice shouted out of the darkness. “You willing to swap your life for your sister’s?” Female.
“If you go to her, I will fucking shoot you myself,” Killion shouted so loud she didn’t need the phone against her ear.
She laughed. “I love you, Patrick. I meant to tell you, but I fell for that act back at the warehouse. I’m so stupid because I’d just watched the full performance you did on Devon. I never for a moment thought you’d do it to me, too.”
The rush of the nearby river almost drowned out his words. “I figured it would be easier if you thought I didn’t care.”
“Easier?” She choked out a laugh. “Having my heart shredded by your professional indifference was supposed to be easier?”
“My career makes it too dangerous to have a relationship—”
She laughed harshly. Another gunshot rang out. This one close enough to brush against her hair. She screamed and curled herself into an even smaller ball.
“I’m going to shoot Sienna in her pretty little head if you don’t come out,” said a sing-songy voice in the darkness.
“Don’t you move, Audrey.” Killion sounded beyond pissed.
She wiped a tear from her face. “I actually figured out you didn’t do relationships before we had sex. And you seem to forget I was already in danger before you turned up.” She heard the swish of footsteps through grass. “Oh, God. She’s coming.”
“We’re almost there.”
“So is she.” Audrey peeked up over the hood. An attractive blonde woman appeared about thirty feet away, carrying a rifle. If Audrey ran for the road she’d be picked off. Same if she ran anywhere except through the brush down into the river. She contemplated jumping into the water for three whole seconds, but its treacherous currents would pull her under and suck her deep. She’d never survive, especially when the temperature was close to freezing.
Another shot, and Audrey felt the sting of a bullet across her scalp and the hot rush of blood gushing over her face. She screamed and dropped the phone. Killion was shouting so loudly she could still hear him even though she was sprawled on her back in the mud. He sounded a long, long way away. Wishing things could have been different between them, she closed her eyes and lay there, absolutely still.
* * *
IN ALL HIS years as an Intelligence Officer, Killion had never experienced the kind of terror he felt when he heard the gunshot followed by Audrey’s scream that was abruptly cut off.
“She’s been hit.” He called nine-one-one on his phone and requested an ambulance to go along with the cops. “It isn’t far.”
The tracker signal was about a quarter of a mile down a gravel road. Noah gunned the engine knowing speed was more important than stealth if Audrey had been incapacitated with a gunshot wound. Finally they came to a clearing by the river and there was Audrey’s dad’s SUV lit up by the headlights. June Vanek stood beside it, looming over Audrey’s prone body, holding a rifle pointed down at her.
Rage overcame him, and he rolled out of the car, coming up in a crouched firing stance.
“Drop the weapon, June. It’s over!”
“What’s it like to be a few seconds too late, Patrick?” Her voice dripped vitriol. Her finger was wrapped tight around the trigger. If he shot her she’d probably fire anyway and hit Audrey. And just because Audrey looked dead, didn’t mean she was. Audrey was a fighter. He ignored the fear that corroded the edges of his heart and stared into June’s laughing face.
Victory shone in her eyes.
Suddenly, Audrey kicked June between the legs, and the barrel of the rifle jerked up into the air.
He nailed June between the eyes with two shots and watched with grim satisfaction as she toppled over onto the ground. Audrey was instantly on her feet, crimson blood streaking her face, making her look like the survivor from a horror movie.
“Where are you hit?” Killion ran toward her and started pulling at her clothes to try to find the wound. She shoved him off her.
“It’s just a graze along my scalp. We have to find Sienna.” She stumbled away and ran toward a stand of trees while he stood staring at her like an idiot.
Noah sprinted after her. Killion shook himself out of his stupor and raced after them both, catching up before they got to the trees. A silver sedan was parked in the shadows, and Audrey’s sister lay in the back seat. Killion held his breath as Noah felt for a pulse.
“She’s breathing. Gunshot wound to the shoulder.” He started working his magic, and Killion called the cops to give them the all clear, making sure his weapon was back in its holster as two cruisers screamed down the gravel road. He waved them over. They radioed the ambulance crew and, after what felt like forever, the paramedics were on scene.
He pulled Audrey away so they could work. She turned and started crying, resting her head on his chest. “Thank you. Thank you for coming and saving me again.”
“You were doing a pretty good job on your own.”
“No.” She shook her head. “As much as you hate praise, I’d have died if you hadn’t turned up exactly when you did. It’s a habit I happen to appreciate.”
“Hate praise?” He attempted a grin. “Are you sure you’re talking to the right guy?”
“Oh, you’re definitely the right guy.”
His arms went around her at that, and he pulled her tight against him. God, he’d missed this. Her softness, her scent, her grit. He closed his eyes and tried to imprint this feeling on his memory. As his heart started to return to normal, he was hit by renewed worry. How the hell was he going to tell her he had to leave tomorrow? How could he return to her arms only to leave again the next day?
She held him so firmly, as if he was her safety line, and he wanted to be. The idea of leaving her again made him want to throw up. But he’d just been handed the biggest promotion of his life, a promotion that could help shape the future of millions of desperate people. He couldn’t turn that down even if she begged him.
The medics lifted Sienna from the car and onto a stretcher. Suddenly Audrey ripped out of his arms. “I’m coming with you,” she shouted as she ran after them.
“Cops are going to need a statement,” he called out, sounding pathetic even to his own ears.
“They know where to find me.” She turned and smiled at him, those eyes of hers as beautiful as they were sad. “Goodbye, Patrick.”
He opened his mouth, closed it again without saying anything. She climbed into the ambulance, and the paramedic closed the door. She wasn’t going to beg. She wasn’t going to cling.
It was up to him now, he realized. Their relationship. Their future. Considering how callously he’d walked away from her last time and the fact she’d already told him she loved him, why the hell wouldn’t it be his move?
He was flying to Saudi Arabia tomorrow.
And still he stood there stupidly, watching the ambulance drive away. Noah clipped him around the back of the head. “If she was my woman she wouldn’t be riding out of here alone.”
Killion nodded, and then blinked and looked around at the chaos and carnage of the crime scene. He drew in a deep breath. “Let’s sort out this mess.”