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Metal groaned loudly and the next thing I knew, he was there, touching me. “Open your eyes, baby. That’s it. Come on.”

Doing as he asked, I whispered, “Hi.”

Shadow smiled. “Hi, baby.”

“The truck.”

“Don’t worry,Joan,” I heard Kansas say. “I’ve got my boys chasing after that son of a bitch. We’ll find him. Shadow, she’s been shot.”

“My shoulder,” I whispered, never taking my eyes off his.

“Whisper, we need the paramedics,” Kansas ordered, then asked, “How’s the cop, Trigger?”

“Alive and pissed.”

“The other driver?”

“She’s okay Prez. Just shook up.”

“Medics are here, Prez,” Whisper said, then looked at me. “How ya doing, sweetheart?”

“Hi, Whisper. I’m okay, I think.”

“Just stay put, baby. Don’t move, okay?” Shadow muttered, his hands holding my head and neck stationary.

“Okay.”

“Make room,” someone ordered. Whisper moved out of my line of sight as an unfamiliar face appeared.

“I want that woman arrested!” an angry man shouted.

“She’s been shot, officer,” the paramedic said, pressing something against my right shoulder. I presumed to stop the bleeding.

“Zeke,” I muttered.

“Yeah,baby.”

“I don’t feel so good.”

“Shit,” the paramedic growled. “Everyone move!”

Everyone stepped back just as I leaned to the side and threw up.

“She’s got a severe concussion and a gunshot wound. We’re taking her to Comanche Memorial.”

I wasn’t going to argue with the man. The second the paramedic put a neck brace on me, then strapped me to the gurney, the cop walked over to me, reaching for his handcuffs.

“What the fuck, man!” Shadow roared. “She’s been shot!”

“She caused a major accident. She’s under arrest.”

“She was running from her attacker, asshole,” Whisper added indignantly. “A large black Chevy Silverado. It sped off just as the collision happened.”

“I’ll let the street cameras verify that,” the cop huffed, standing his ground.

“What street cams?” I heard Kansas argue.

“She’s under arrest for reckless driving and from the smell of her, drinking and driving. Now get out of my way.”

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