“Let’s do this, Claire,” Nix encouraged.

“Drop the weapon and kick it to me,” Claire said.

Without hesitation, he did exactly what she demanded. Once the gun was on the ground, Claire loosened her hold and gave Melly a hard shove.

“Say goodbye.” Something detached crossed over Claire’s face. Her hand was shaking as she aimed the gun.

“I don’t think so, bitch!” Melly stepped forward and landed her fist in Claire’s jaw just as the gun fired. She tumbled to the ground.

Nix heard the whizzing of the bullet pass his head. Close call. Melly kicked Claire’s hand, sending the gun onto the ground. Racing for his own gun, he jumped and hit the pavement, grasping the handle of the weapon before Claire moved. “Flinch and I’ll shoot,” he warned.

As if she knew she’d reached the end of her rope, Claire fell back onto the pavement and burst into tears. Nix stood, keeping the gun aimed on her but he took the steps that brought him to Melly. Reaching for his cell, he dialed a number. “This is Special Agent Nixon Cade. I need an ambulance at 4334 Trego Creek…yeah, the junkyard. I have a victim with injuries. She’s pregnant. I have the perp detained. Please make it quick.” He stuffed the phone deep into his pocket. Melly was staring at him. “Are you okay?”

After a long hesitation, she finally answered, “Yeah, I am. Are you?”

“Hell yeah! Especially now that I’m with you.”