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Fucking bastard. No way am I dropping my gun. I’d never make it out of here alive. He’ll kill me, saying that I was “resisting arrest.”Instead, he flung the bag at Jackass, hitting him square in the chest.
And the... thing ... the head... rolled out, landing on the ground with a wet squelch.
Jackass was distracted—for just a moment, but that was all the time Lamont needed. He brought his arm up and fired.
Jackass staggered back, but no blood appeared on his white shirt.
Fucking Kevlar.
The man was righting himself, shaking off the pain of the impact, so Lamont fired again.
Right between the eyes. Yessss.
Jackass dropped like a rock.
And now he had to dispose of his body as well, dammit. At least he’d kept the cleaver. He’d planned to bury it somewhere when he’d finished disposing of Ashley’s body.
Better get started. Day’s a-wastin’.
Ignoring the shaking of his hands, he went back to his trunk for another pair of surgical gloves. There was no way he was touching that... head without them. His leather gloves were expensive, after all. He set the gun down, then pulled on the second pair of gloves.
Then spun when a twig snapped behind him.
Two people stood there, a man and a woman. The man he recognized, and for a moment he flinched. Rocky Hebert.
No. Not Rocky.Rocky was dead. This was Gabe, the son. That meant that the woman had to be the lady PI, Margaret Sutton.
He blinked in shock for a long moment. She couldn’t be here. She was supposed to be in the hospital. With a concussion. Jackass had said so.
It appeared that Jackass had been wrong, because here she was.
This wasn’t good.
Both Sutton and Hebert held guns. The woman had hers pointed at Lamont’s heart, and he wasn’t wearing Kevlar, dammit. The man was more of a threat, however. Gabe Hebert held a gun in one hand, his cell phone in the other. And he seemed to be recording.
At least I’m wearing a hoodie.He lowered his head, making sure his face wasn’t visible.
Run. Run. Run.
“Put your hands on the back of your head,” the woman said, her eyes narrowed. “Now. Gabe, step back and give me some room. And keep recording, please.”
Rocky’s boy complied, his lip curling in an angry sneer. “You fucking killed him. That wasn’t yours to do.”
“And whose was it, boy?” he asked in a tone much deeper than his normal, watching the woman from the corner of his eye. Waiting for her to be distracted.
Her eyes were still narrowed. No... they were squinting. The rising sun was right behind him. She could probably see well enough to shoot him, but she was concentrating really hard.
Distraction. He no longer held the bag with Ashley’s head. He needed something else. Something that would make her flinch. Just for a second.
“No one’s,” Gabe spat. “He killed my father. He should be in prison, and now you’ve ruined it.”
Well, that was one bright spot. Rocky’s boy doesn’t suspect me of killing his daddy. And if I have my way, Gabe will have no idea of who I am.
All of his co-conspirators were dead. All he had to do was get away, and he’d be fine.
Everything would be fine.
“Hands behind your head,” the woman said again. “I’ve already shot someone tonight. I really don’t want to make it a habit.”
