Marrying Mike...Again by Scott Alicia

Author:Scott, Alicia [Scott, Alicia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-11-16T01:29:16+00:00

Chapter 8

“Down!” Mike yelled.

Immediately Sandra flattened, feeling gravel and glass dig into her palms as Mike whipped out his firearm and dropped into a crouch beside her.

“Where?” she cried. “I don’t see…”

And then she caught it. A flicker of movement across the street. Someone was in the flat brick building across from the park.

“Dammit, we’re sitting ducks out here,” Mike growled.

“On the count of three, run behind the car. One. Two. Three.”

Sandra sprang to her feet and ran. Mike was right beside her, curling his arm around her waist and covering her with his body as they raced for the protection of the car. They jumped behind the passenger-side door, ducking low and breathing hard. Still no sound from across the street. Somehow, that frightened Sandra more.

Mike had his 9 mm gripped with both hands in front of his face. Sweat beaded his brow, but he still sounded remarkably composed as he said, “Do you have a gun?”

“In my purse on the floor of the car.”

“Get it out.”

He moved to the end of the car, peering earnestly across the street while she cracked open the door and dragged out her purse. Seconds later she had a small .22-caliber pistol in her grip, though her hands weren’t nearly as steady as Mike’s.

“I think he’s gone,” Mike said. “Damn.”

“Damn?”

“Face it, ma chère, this may be as close as we come to catching him. Okay, you sit here. Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be back in a sec.”

“What are you—”

Mike didn’t wait for her question. He bolted across the street with his head tucked between his shoulders. Sandra was left peering out from behind the bumper, nervously waiting to see what happened next. The building across the street appeared to be an old garage of some kind. The front facade was brick with evenly spaced square windows. Unfortunately, the glass was so caked with dirt and grime it was impossible to see in.

Was Vee still inside? Had he already run off or was he serious now? Two cops had come into the east side and were asking about him. Maybe that had made him mad. Maybe it was enough to jolt him into action.

Dr. Mayes had said Vee was mostly angry with himself. Suddenly Sandra wasn’t so sure.

A loud popping sound emitted from across the street, followed by a startling crash and a fierce curse. Next thing Sandra knew, a small body came tearing out of the building and made a beeline for the fence down the street.

Vee, she realized. That was Vee.

Acting on instinct, she took off in pursuit.

Vee had a good head start on her, so they were hardly neck and neck. From this distance, she couldn’t even tell if he was carrying a gun, but assumed he must be. Mostly she was struck by his size. Small, wiry. More boy than man. And fast. He tore down the sidewalk like hell on wheels, his arms pumping furiously at his sides.

“Stop, police,” Sandra yelled belatedly.

He kept on running, not even glancing over his shoulder.

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