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Jase stilled.Blood dripped from his jagged ear.Lark had her weapon pointed at his head.
Oliver had his weapon centered on the middle of the man’s back.“Should have aimed for my spine,” Oliver told him.“Maybe would have paralyzed me.I won’t make the same mistake.You so much as twitch in her direction, and my bullet shatters your spinal cord.Understand me?”
Shaking, Lark rose to her feet.“You…you were the man in my car.”
Yes, he was, and more.“He’s the man who set up your brother,” Oliver told her.“Who killed those women.Who came here tonight to kill—”
Jase roared.He spun toward Oliver.“You won’t take her—”
Boom.Oliver’s gun.
Boom.Lark’s gun.
Both fired at the same time.Both hit.Jase swayed.“Won’t take…” His knees hit the floor.“From…me…” He fell backward and his skull cracked when it hit the hardwood.
Oliver looked across the fallen man.His gaze found Lark.His beautiful Lark.She still had her weapon up.So did he.
Then she took a step toward Jase.Lowered her gun and pointed it at his head.She fired again.Twice more.
Oliver blinked.“Uh, Lark?”
“He’s a monster,” she said, voice hollow.“I have to make sure he won’t come back.”
Oliver looked at the bloody mess that was Jase.“He’s not coming back.Think you made certain of that.”His legs gave way, and Oliver hit the floor.“Sweetheart?”
She rushed toward him.
“Call me an ambulance, would you?”Because the room had started to spin.The pain in his back was stronger, and he was not gonna die next to Jase Guillory.No freaking way.
He wasn’t planning to die at all.
“Oliver!”She fell to her knees beside him.
His Lark.No, he wasn’t dying.Not when he had so much to live for.
Chapter Eighteen
Six weeks later…
“This is bullshit.”Lane Lawson glowered at Oliver.“I’m an innocent man, and I’m still locked up.”
Oliver settled into the chair across from Lane.These days, Lane agreed readily to meet with him.The guard was still in the room, sure, but Lane didn’t have the ankle restraints and handcuffs any longer.He also wasn’t free…yet.“You are innocent of murder,” Oliver agreed, “but youdidescape so that makes you guilty of—”
“Not freaking funny,” Lane snapped back.“How long is it gonna take for me to get out?Legally get out?Because I have been waiting forever.I thought the Feds were working a deal for me.My lawyer swore to me that I would be out soon.”
“The wheels of justice turn slowly.”Oliver shrugged.Especially when there were a million miles of red tape to untangle.Not guilty of murder but guilty of escape, and there is so much shit that had to be handled and smoothed away to deal with that cluster.
Lane narrowed his eyes.“That supposed to be a joke?”
“I actually find nothing about your situation to be funny.”On this, he was dead serious.“You were set up by Jase Guillory.When he found out that you were one of my main suspects, he planted the trophies in Lark’s house to frame you.”
“Because the bastard was obsessed with my sister.Yes, yes, Iknowthis already.My lawyer told me.The prick developed an obsession for Lark long before you did.Saw her at some BS event in Vegas and started stalking her.”
Oliver raised one eyebrow.“I like to think I’m in love with her, not that I have an obsession.”There was a distinction.
“Yeah, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Why was everyone so concerned with his sleep patterns?First Colby, now Lane.I sleep just fine, with your sister.Oliver locked his jaw.He was supposed to be playing nicely with Lane.He’d promised Lark that he would.Be nice.Don’t antagonize him.“Jase developed an obsession with Lark because she matched his victim profile.She looked exactly like the type of woman he preyed upon.The fact that he was able to set you up for the crimes?That made his link to her even stronger.Every time he saw her, he got a new rush.She seemed perfect to him.Plus, she ran a florist shop.Lark loved flowers, something that fit with his—”
