Page 64 of Guarding Grace
The red car swerved, went past us, and crashed straight into a light pole.
I tried my door, but it was jammed. Bile rose in my throat as I remembered all the movies where the car caught fire after a crash. I pushed harder.I will not die in a fucking fire.That had almost happened to Serena.
Terry rushed to the red car, gun in hand.
I almost yelled for him to come back before I realized that if he didn’t deal with the gunman first, this could end badly for us both.
I unbuckled and wiggled my way over the console and out his door. By the time I got out, Terry had a guy with a neck tattoo on the sidewalk with his hands zip-tied behind him.
The guy we’d almost hit ran away.Way to help, guy.
Neck Tat groaned as I ran up. Luckily he wasn’t bleeding.
“Help me,” came from the driver’s side of the mangled car. “I’m stuck. I can’t get out.”
“Try to run and she’ll shoot you,” Terry said as he handed me the SIG, then ran around the car.
I leveled the gun at Neck Tat.
He curled into a ball.Wise choice, asshole.The way my day was going, one fewer dirtbag in the world would be a good thing.
The painful moans from the guy trapped in the car kept me from looking over at him. Fainting right now would be a very bad thing.Don’t look. Full body tense to keep blood pressure up.Don’t look, I mentally repeated.
Terry grunted and groaned as he pulled on the driver’s door. It didn’t budge.
A white Porsche Cayenne roared up, screeched to a halt, and Winston jumped out. Finally, some help.
“Give me a hand,” Terry yelled.
Keeping my eyes focused on Neck Tat, I heard grunts and the sound of metal bending.
“That should do it,” Winston said.
“I got him,” Terry said. “Get his legs.”
“Keep him behind me,” I reminded Terry when I heard them shuffling around the back of the car.
“Right,” Terry replied as a second Cayenne passed the wreck and pulled to the curb.
Lucas shot out of the car and ran to me. “Who are you?” he bellowed at my captive.
Neck Tat only whimpered.
“Who do you work for?” Lucas demanded.
Nothing but another groan.
Lucas patted me on the shoulder. “I can see Pete taught you well. You hold that weapon like a pro. Don’t hesitate to shoot him if he moves.”
Neck Tat froze, without even a whimper.
The compliment made me smile. My two-handed shooter’s grip had become habit from the times Pete had taken me to the range.
He moved behind me to the second man. “Who hired you?”
“If I say, they kill me.” True fear gave the man a trembling voice on top of his Asian accent.
“I hate cowards who shoot at women, so I might put you with your friend over there and flip a coin to see which one of you gets to live.”
