Page 62 of Lethal Danger

Nev snorted. “No, everybody gets shot at and jumped every time they go out at night.”

“Sof probably does.”

“Don’t try to distract me.” But Nev couldn’t hide her snicker that came across the line.

Jazz grinned. “You know I’m right.” She slipped out of the SUV and got Flash from the back before Nev could insist she stay away from the apartment. “And I’m here already anyway. It’s even daylight.” The advantage of long days in the summer.

It was a few minutes after six p.m. but didn’t look like evening yet. The sun was shining, clearly lighting every parked vehicle in the lot. “I can see everything, and there’s nobody around. I’d say you can stay on the line with me, but you’re supposed to be on patrol.”

“Girl, Alvarez and I can do this blindfolded.”

“And while talking on the phone?” Jazz smiled as she entered the building and went to the elevator.

“Just shut up and tell me when you get to your apartment.”

Jazz laughed. “A little hard to do both at the same time.”

“Don’t make me come there and make you mind, girl.” The mock discipline in Nev’s tone kept the smile on Jazz’s face.

“Well, you’ll be happy to know there’s no one in the elevator with Flash and me.”

“You sure?” Sarcasm laced Nev’s question.

“Flash is sure, so that’s good enough for me.” Jazz looked down at the handsome Malinois who seemed to grin up at her.

“I should be talkin’ to him instead of you.”

“Not a bad idea.” The elevator doors slid open, and Jazz stepped out with Flash. “Okay, I’m at my apartment.” She eyed her apartment door about sixteen feet up the hallway.

“Like literally at your apartment or almost?”

“Um, you do realize I’ve gone into my apartment hundreds of times without your supervision, right?”

“And how many of those times did you get jumped?”

Jazz rolled her eyes with a laugh as she slowed by the door. “Not enough to—”

Flash let out a rumble at her side.

The door flung open.

Nineteen

Lucky her apartment door opened inward.

The two men inside had to stand a couple feet back as they swung the door open for the ambush.

Those feet would cost them the fight.

The front guy raised his gun, but Flash launched his whole body into him before he could fire, knocking him back.

The other thug scrambled to avoid being taken down with his buddy and rushed toward Jazz, lifting his Glock.

Jazz’s knife had already left her hand. The blade pierced the guy’s gun arm.

He dropped the Glock with a squeal and ducked through the doorway, skirting past Jazz.

“Flash, hier.” She eyed the fleeing thug as he ran down the hallway. Flash would love a good sprint even more than she would.

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