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"You're crazy!" Eddie wheezed. "Put that fucker down, man. All I want is my friggin' money. You owe it to me."
"You owed me results, Eddie," Maddix snarled, his lips pulling back from Eddie's lips in anger.
Mikayla watched in suspended disbelief as Eddie stepped back, though there was no way to escape. A thick steel beam met his back. There was only one way to go, and Maddix Nelson had that way blocked.
She had to do something. What could she do?
Mikayla could feel her chest tightening in fear, in total and complete disbelief, as 14
Maddix took a step closer.
Mikayla backed to the Jeep, gripped the door, and scrambled inside. She had to give Eddie a chance. There was no one else around.
She had to do something.
"Don't do this, man!" Eddie cried out.
Mikayla laid on the horn, praying. . . .
She screamed at the sharp retort of gunfire. Throwing the Jeep into gear, she screamed again, hysteria threatening to overtake her as Eddie fell five stories to the rough ground below, obviously dead.
He fell faceup, his eyes wide, staring blankly as Mikayla hit the gas. She heard the bullets hit the driver's side door. One tore through, cracking the hard plastic of the gearbox, sending shards of sharp plastic flying.
Ducking over the steering wheel, she raced from the job site. Mikayla's hands shook as she tore at the cell phone at her side. Pulling it free, she hurriedly hit the programmed speed dial as sobs tore from her chest.
"Hey, Miki, Scotty called--" Her father's voice came over the line.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Daddy, he killed him! He killed him! I saw it. I saw it all!"
Heavy sobs shook her body as she raced off the rough dirt road onto the interstate and raced for home, for her parents.
"Miki, settle down." Her father's voice tightened, firmed, and became commanding. "Are you driving, Miki?"
"Oh, God, Dad, he shot at me," she cried out as she checked the rearview mirror, her body shuddering so hard she was surprised she could keep the Jeep on the road. "It was Maddix Nelson, Dad. I saw him."
"Miki, where are you?"
"I was supposed to pick up Scotty." Then a horrible thought pierced her mind.
"Where's Scotty, Dad? Where is he?"
"Miki, settle down," he snapped then.
The sound of his voice, commanding, reminding her of her childhood years, when she knew when her father was at his most serious. He was at his most serious now.
"Now, listen to me. I'm getting in the truck, honey. Me and Mom are coming. Tell me where you are right now. We'll meet you."
She hurriedly gave him her location.
"Keep heading toward us, honey," he ordered. "Keep talking to me. We're on our way."
"Where's Scotty?" she sobbed. "Was he there?" Oh, God, her brother couldn't be dead. She couldn't bear the thought of it.
"Scott called me earlier, Miki," her father promised her. "He got a ride. His phone died while he was talking to me and he couldn't reach you. Scotty's fine. Now concentrate on driving. I'm almost there. When you see me, just pull over." She could hear her mother in the background, her tone calm but the concern in it heavy.
She was safe. She would be safe. Her father wouldn't let anyone hurt her. She was amazed that she wasn't pulled over. They would surely think she was intoxicated if they had. Panic was pulling at the edges of her mind, and Mikayla never 15
panicked. She had been raised with three younger brothers. Three younger brothers would make a girl crazy if they had half a chance. Mikayla had never given her brothers a chan
