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“I think he…he maybe got hit in the back of the head with something,” Lyla explains. “It wasn’t a bullet.”
“Ambulance…on the way…to the motel,” Remy says when he and Isaac finally join us. “Called while I was coughing up a lung. Let’s get him up,” he tells Colt. Together, they lift RJ while Isaac goes to check for a pulse on Calvin’s neck. When he sits back on his ass and looks at Lyla in relief, I know the man is dead, and our nightmare is finally over.
The ringing in my ear dies down enough that I hear RJ mutter, “Fuck off. I’m sleepin’, asshole.”
“He’s awake, thank fuck,” Colt tells us.
“RJ, man, your head’s fucked-up. We’re taking you to get it looked at,” Remy explains as they walk him toward the lights of the motel in the distance.
“What the fuck happened?” a gruff voice asks. Must be Hugo.
“You told me to ‘stay put no matter what,’ but we heard gunshots,” Jordan adds.
“It’s under control,” Remy tells him. “Help us get RJ to the parking lot. An ambulance is on the way.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Lyla
Tears are still streaming down my face half an hour later when I’m sitting in a hotel room, shivering with a blanket around me, Bear’s arms holding me tightly.
I’m relieved that RJ is okay. I’m so glad that he and my father didn’t get hurt, but I’m not sure if I’ll ever get over seeing a man die right in front of me. Wanting him to die because he was after me was unexpected too.
God, I was so scared when I heard the gunshots and the four-wheeler stopped. At first, I thought RJ had been shot in the back. But then he pulled me off, and we started running.
When RJ went down, I knew it was over. There was no one else around. He had me and wasn’t planning to ever let go.
I should’ve known that Bear could run fast enough to catch up to us. Thank god his shooting was so accurate, picking the perfect time to get him to drop the gun and me.
Bear kisses the top of my head and says, “I’m sorry this is taking so long. We had to call the police…”
“I know. It’s okay,” I assure him.
We’ve all given our statements to at least three cops, everyone leaving out the fact that we were setting up a trap for the dead man.
I heard one of the deputies mention to my father and Thane the deceased had a long criminal record and had spent decades in prison. He was a bad man, so I shouldn’t feel guilty that I’m glad he died and no one else did.
RJ’s already had his head stitched up at the hospital. They did a CT scan and an MRI to confirm he’s got a concussion, but the doctors don’t think he’ll have any long-term effects.
My dad and Remy are still recovering from their run through the woods, which was difficult for them since both have smoked cigarettes for years.
“Are you sure you’ve never seen the man before except for when Thane Montgomery was shot?”
“Yes,” I lie to the young female detective.
“And you don’t know of any reason why he would’ve been after you?”
“I wish I knew,” I say honestly.
“We’ve already answered all these questions several times before,” Bear jumps in and tells her. “I need to get Lyla home. She’s been through enough tonight.”
“Fine,” the detective huffs. “But if you remember anything, please call the station.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I agree.
Once she walks out of the motel room with the last deputy, Bear asks, “Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, please.”
