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Oh, isn’t she simply hilarious?She wasn’t looking away from him, her concentration fierce. If she’d meant to shoot him, she would have.
She was waiting for backup. Fucking hell.
He was going to have to create his own distraction. It was Hail Mary time.
He bowed his head and... charged, knocking his head into her torso. She stumbled back, her gun firing, but the bullet went straight up.
He heard Gabe shout, “Molly!” before running to her side.
It was the only opportunity he’d have to escape, and it wasn’t a big one because Molly was already getting up. He grabbed his gun from the car’s trunk but didn’t have time to get out his keys and start his own damn stolen vehicle, because the woman was now firing at him.
He zigzagged as he ran for Jackass’s Range Rover, with its still-running engine, avoiding her first two shots. He turned and fired back, his shot going wide, but it bought him the few seconds he needed to get to the far side of the Rover, which was pointed toward the water. Using the vehicle as a shield, he shot back, missing again.
And again. He kept missing while her bullets kept coming closer and closer.
He fired again and... nothing happened. Just an ominous click. A jam. Goddammit.
For a few seconds, he tried to clear the chamber, but his hands were shaking and she was coming closer.
Run. Just run.
He’d climbed into the driver’s seat when a bullet shattered his front passenger window.
He threw Jackass’s SUV into reverse and floored it, escaping the next four bullets. He turned the wheel, swerving toward the road before shoving it into drive, flooring it again, hunching down again as a final bullet shattered his back window.
Could have been a helluva lot worse.
He careened around the curves, spotting a sedan parked on the side of the road. That had to have been the car that Hebert and Sutton had driven here. If he’d had time, he’d have shot it to pieces. But he didn’t have time, so he kept driving like a bat out of hell until the highway approached.
Freedom.He fought the urge to holler a triumphant whoop, focusing instead on the road.
And then he scowled. “I should have run them over,” he snarled aloud. Why didn’t I run them over? But it was too late now.
Especially since two SUVs were headed the way he’d come. The SUV in front looked like a cop car. If the driver had seen his broken windows, he was sunk. Quickly he switched off his headlights and pulled into the parking lot for a swamp tour company—the last business on this road. There were already a few cars parked in the lot, so he wouldn’t stand out. He rolled down the side windows, hiding the damage they’d sustained, but there wasn’t anything to be done about the back window that was pebbled to hell and hanging on to the frame with a prayer.
Holding his breath, he watched as the SUV and the truck passed him by and turned onto the side road.
Guess it was a good thing that I didn’t linger.But they’d figure out soon enough that they’d let him escape. Gabe and the woman he’d called Molly would tell them. The driver of the SUV would put a BOLO out on the Rover and every cop in the area would be looking for him.
He’d killed their boss. They’d be frothing at the mouth for a chance at him.
Gotta ditch the Rover.Luckily, he wasn’t too far from where he’d stolen the car that he’d left at the water’s edge with Jackass’s body.
Everything was going to be fine.
Bayou Barataria, Louisiana
THURSDAY, JULY 28, 6:40 A.M.
“Well, shit,” Molly muttered, as the Range Rover’s taillights disappeared. “This sucks.”
“At least you’re okay,” Gabe said. “Better than that guy over there.”
“True. You still recording?”
Gabe checked his phone. “No. I must have stopped it when I ran to you. Should I restart?”
“Maybe in a minute.” Molly turned to study the body, not taking any steps closer. “The ground’s wet here. There might be footprints.”
