Page 314 of Rangers Last Promise

Harlan begins backing toward the rear door.

“You won’t make it out of the building,” Tate says.

“I only need one vehicle.”

“They’re all blocked.”

“Then Deputy Ellis and I will walk.”

“No,” I say.

Harlan’s grip tightens.

“That wasn’t a request.”

“Neither was mine.”

I drive the back of my head into his face.

Pain bursts through my skull.

Harlan stumbles.

The gun moves away from my ribs.

I trap his wrist with both hands and twist.

He tries to pull me back.

I drop my weight and drive my elbow into his injured face.

His grip breaks.

The pistol hits the floor.

Harlan lunges for it.

I kick it down the hallway.

He grabs my ankle.

I fall.

Harlan climbs over me, one hand closing around my throat.

I strike his face.

Once.

Twice.

He doesn’t release me.

Blackness creeps into the edges of my vision.

Then the rear door crashes open.

Wolf and Trigger enter.