He might have to lie about a line at the place to send a fax, but a little white lie wouldn’t hurt when it was made to cover for a big, joyous moment.
Right?
As he headed to the copy shop, he glanced at his watch. It was open, thank God.
Inside, he asked about a fax machine, and gave the man the pages he needed faxed toSalt Lake Citywith the partial print on them. Then, he paid when they went through.
Now, he needed to get back to Ethan.
As Gene was walking out, he’d be lying if he said he was paying attention. Instead, he was holding that black box in his pocket as he whistled.
That’s when he was pulled from his daydream. It was when he heard a squeal of tires, and at first, he just thought someone took the corner too fast, or the media had spotted him and was turning around.
Yeah, it wasn’t.
It was that telltalePOP POP POP POP POPthat gave it away.
Diving for the sidewalk, he covered his head with his casted arm and held his breath as Hell broke out all around him.
There were screams of terror.
When he looked over, there was blood everywhere.
And Gene had one hell of a problem.
The killer wanted blood.
HIS.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Present Time
Same Street
Oh, Ethan Blackhawk ran like he’d never run before in his life. From the time he heard the shots to the time he raced down the street, he didn’t find a shooter, but he found pandemonium in its wake.
All around the shops, chaos had broken out.
People were screaming and running toward him as he ran toward where the shots originated.
And where Gene had headed.
He nearly tripped over a chalkboard sign outside of one shop but managed to stay on his feet as he dodged people. The citizens trying to escape panicked as they saw him running with his gun out.
They were screaming one thing.
‘GUN!’
Well, yeah, because he had one, and the badge to go with it.
It was when he came to a crowd that he pulled his badge and fought to get through them.
The second he did, it hit him hard, making him panic even more.
There was the scent of blood in the air.
A LOTof blood.
