Page 80 of Deadly Attraction
Emma touched Will on the shoulder. “Be careful.”
He walked them out the door and Mitch froze once more when he saw his truck.
“What is it?” Emma asked, following his line of sight.
Will stopped beside them. “Oh, for fuck sake.”
Mitch’s blood pressure once more hit the red zone. He had the distinct feeling that wherever Mac was in the afterlife, he was gazing down on Mitch’s current situation and laughing his ass off.
Give ’em hell and get your money’s worth, little brother.
Mitch glared at the truck, then the area surrounding them. Somewhere out there, someone else was watching this scene as well, probably also laughing at his predicament.
All four of his tires were slashed, leaving his Ford in a sagging heap near the front porch.
As Mitch rounded on Emma and sent her back into the house, he paused and looked over his shoulder at the woods a hundred yards away.
Chickenshit, he mentally taunted whoever was out there. He was tired of playing games and he wasn’t about to live like a trapped animal. He had a mind to take Emma’s shotgun and go hunting, but he couldn’t leave her alone.
Come and get me.
