Page 94 of Deadly Attraction
The man riding her bareback slumped over her neck, a clear bullet wound in his upper left side spurting blood. As Mitch watched, the man slid off the horse and hit the ground.
From nowhere, Will came running. “Hot damn,” he yelled, sending a look toward the house where Mitch was emerging. “Bulls-eye!”
Mitch joined him, walking across the grounds to the spot where the man lay face down. Will handed Mitch back his Glock and rolled the body over.
The man blinked up at them, rain dotting his face and plastering his hair to his head. The man’s lips worked, but nothing came out. He lost his struggle with consciousness, and Mitch fought the urge to kick the son-of-a-bitch.
“What do you want to do with him?” Will said.
Mitch’s pulse still beat erratically, tiny dots dancing in his peripheral vision again. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Bind his hands first,” he said, wiping rain from his eyes. “Then we’ll see about stopping the bleeding.”
Will nodded and Mitch’s phone rang. He pulled it out, relieved to see his boss’s name on the screen. Absentmindedly, he glanced to his left toward the lane and the gate at the far end. “Please tell me you’re close,” he said upon answering.
“Five minutes out,” Cooper said. “You all right? You sound funny.”
“I’m fine. Hope you brought your cuffs.”
Cooper’s voice took on urgency. “Did you catch him?”
“Not Goodsman, but two men who were working for him. One is Sean Gordon, our arsonist. Gordon’s dead, but his accomplice is alive, so maybe he can tell us where that prick is.”
“Nice work, Holden. We’ll be there shortly.”
Mitch hung up and let his shoulders slump. “Any chance you have a chainsaw?” he asked Will.
Will’s gaze went between Mitch and the man at his feet. “You want to cut him up?”
Don’t tempt me.“Gotta get the gate open and the only way I can see to do that is to cut it down.”
Will held his injured arm. “I’ll be back in a minute with something.”
He had no choice but to trust the man. “I’ll tie this asshole up and let Emma know the coast is clear.”
As Will took off for his cabin, Mitch let out a long, slow breath. He’d kept his shit together and took out the immediate threat. A feeling of relief seeped into his body.
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
