Page 99 of Deadly Secrets
The man threw her over his shoulder, her screaming and kicking, as Roman surged upright, knocking the gurney away and jerking the IV from his arm.
He crawled over Clarice and shoved debris from his path, but his balance sucked and he fell sideways. “Brooke!”
Shoving himself forward, he slid out of the ambulance to the ground. The vehicle was in a ditch and he used his arms to pull himself up the embankment.
He had no leverage, no balance. His right leg was worthless. He listed sideways, still calling for Brooke as the man who’d taken her set her down next to a jacked up truck with a brush guard on the front. Brooke, God bless her, rammed an elbow into the man’s side, making him grunt.
Good girl.
She started to stomp on the top of the man’s foot, but he slapped her and knocked her into the side of the pickup. She sagged, then rallied and took a swing at him. She was no match for him with her injured ankle, and the man grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed her head into the truck’s door handle.
Goddamn it. Roman pulled himself up to the road.
Her body went limp and the man picked her up and tossed her into the truck as if she were a doll.
Roman forced himself to his feet and started dragging his injured leg behind him when another man appeared in his peripheral vision. The last thing he saw was the butt of a rifle coming at his head.
