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She wouldn’t let her husband pay for her damned mistakes! Tyson was shifting again.
Looking into the forest?
Spying Reed?
Even now, taking aim?
“Who the fuck are you?” Tyson whispered under his breath.
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He’d seen Reed. Even now was probably locking Reed into his sights. In a nanosecond, Nikki reached into her pocket, her fingers clamping around the box cutter. Noiselessly, she slipped the cutter from her pocket and slid the blade from its sheath. A shallow, but razor-sharp weapon.
Used the right way?
Deadly.
Give me strength.
Pulse pounding in her ears, she dared peek around the corner of the chimney.
Tyson Beaumont was there. Inches from her.
Staring not into the forest, but straight at her!
His gun was level with her head, his night goggles a dark mask on his white face.
“I knew it!” he spat.
She couldn’t get around him! Not with the building to her back and him blocking her path. Beneath his goggles, he gave her a dark, evil grin. Gloating. He’d won and he reveled in it. Fear curled her insides. He was going to kill her. Like he’d done with all the others. She knew it.
In that instant Nikki dropped and threw herself at his legs.
“Hey!” Tyson yelled, startled, backing up, juggling his gun.
A deep female voice ordered, “Police! Tyson Beaumont, drop your weapon!”
“What the fuck?” he cried, momentarily distracted as he looked sharply into the woods.
Nikki grabbed hold of one of his thick calves, nearly knocking him over. The gun flew out of his hand and skittered across the decking, dropping between the rails.
“You crazy bitch!”
She sliced upward.
Threw all of her weight into the jab that tore through his pants and buried deep in his groin.
Doubling over, flailing, he squealed in pain. “Eeeeeoooow!”
She let go. Fingers sticky with his warm blood, she threw herself away from him, scrambled to her feet and, placing two hands on the rail, vaulted to the ground. Landing, she swept the area for the gun.
“You bitch. You goddamned fuckin’ bitch!” he roared from the decking. “Ash! Shoot her! Shoot her!”
The sound of a gunshot cracked, splitting the night.
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Every muscle tense, every sense heightened, Reed sprinted across the parking lot. His gun was drawn, his eyes centered on the lodge, when the front door flew open.
