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And it had set him on a downward spiral.
She doesn't deserve to live! She's too weak...
That's what Caldwell reported him saying before letting O'Connor go as a client.
The police officer had been furious.
Furious enough, it seemed, to kill.
He'd taken out his vengeance on the other clients of Caldwell...
And now he was here forthem.
Rachel knew how to trap a predator, though--she'd used herself as bait. Used Caldwell as bait.
She'd known O'Connor was out on patrol, because she'd tracked Carter's phone. She'd seen the woman zig-zagging up and down the highways, following a patrol vehicles pattern.
She'd surmised what had happened, and now the proof was in the pudding.
Carter was tied in the back seat.
O'Connor was sneaking towards her car, gun in hand. Caldwell was unconscious in the front seat from where his alcohol use had finally caught up with him.
And Rachel moved now, fast. She slipped into the front seat of the stationary vehicle. The headlights shone, she floored the pedal.
"Stay down!" Rachel warned the woman in the backseat.
And their car lurched forward, springing like a panther as it charged towards O'Connor's back.
But the beat cop reacted fast. He spun around, eyes wide in the bright headlights. He raised his gun.
Then he dodged out of the way, shooting at her car and shattering the window. Rachel cursed as she felt a shard of glass scatter across her face. Rachel was forced to retreat, her tires screeching as she threw the vehicle into reverse.
O'Connor tried to fire again. This time, Rachel's own weapon was in hand.
She wasn't Ethan.
She fired back, and O'Connor cursed, ducking back out of sight as bullets pinged off the hood of the car, sparking in the night, under the thrashing rain.
Rachel's heart pounded in her chest as she backed up the car, trying to create some distance between them and O'Connor. She knew she couldn't stay in this spot for long, or she'd be a sitting duck.
Rachel muttered to herself, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of him as she backed away.
Suddenly, O'Connor appeared from the side of the parked police car and started running towards her vehicle.
The sight of himrunningat her gave her pause. What the hell was he doing?
He'd abandoned his gun, and in one hand held a knife.
She had a flash of insight that filled her with horror.
He wantedher alive.
He shouted, and leapt forward, into the air.
She was forced to slow or risk slamming into the parked police cruiser, but this allowed O'Connor a chance to hit the front of the car and roll up towards the shattered windshield.
She heard the sound of impact, his gasp as air left his lungs.
