Sole Witness by Jenn Black

Author:Jenn Black [Black, Jenn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B009LBZ9C8
Published: 2012-10-01T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

After checking her watch for what felt like the millionth time, Lori glanced up to see Davis step onto the curb.

He bent and spoke to his partner through her open passenger-side window before turning back toward Lori and waving. He walked toward the tiki bar with a tentative smile and made “come here” motions with his hand.

Lori slipped from the stool and bent to retrieve her bag. When she straightened, she found her view of Davis blocked by two drunken college kids.

The boy, red-faced and leering, breathed all over the giggling girl while groping her with clumsy hands. When he goosed her, the girl squealed and jumped, sending drops of sloshing appletini spraying across Lori’s otherwise clean shirt.

With a sigh, she reached out her hand to rescue the precarious appletini from the girl’s outstretched arm when a sudden blast rang out.

Gunfire.

The appletini exploded, sending broken glass and sticky sweet droplets flying through the air, spraying across Lori’s face and clothes.

The boy crashed into the screaming girl, knocking her to the sand and covering her body with his own. With a yelp, the bartender dove down behind the counter.

Lori froze, terrified, exposed.

She was going to die.

* * *

Davis ran.

Feeling like everything before him unfolded far too fast, he watched the partiers topple, everyone hitting the sand as fast as they could except for Lori, who stood alone and fragile, an expression of shock and horror frozen on her face.

Horns honked, tires squealed, metal crunched.

Davis could hear cars scraping against each other in their haste to avoid the drive-by maniac, but he didn’t turn around to watch. He kept his gaze fixed on Lori’s, who gave a sudden little jerk and crumpled to the sand.

No. No, no, no.

Davis sprinted across the beach as fast as he could, leaping over trembling bodies and trying to ignore the blood rushing in his ears.

“Lori,” he called. “Lori!”

Wonderful. Why was he always too late?

The one woman he’d sworn to protect forever lay in a crooked heap where she’d tumbled.

“Lori,” Davis breathed, and fell to his knees by her side. “Please tell me you’re okay. Please, Lord, don’t take her from me.”

He knelt across her body, skating his palms along her hot, feverish skin and searching for wounds. Something had sliced one of her cheeks and blood trickled into her hairline.

His heart hitched in his chest.

Not a bullet—maybe glass?—but if it scarred, she might never model again. Actually, if she didn’t open her eyes soon, he might never wear a badge again. What kind of a cop was he?

“Come on, Lori. Wake up, wake up, wake up.”

Davis bent over her frame and clutched her to him, his ear to her mouth.

She was breathing. Good.

He checked her again for wounds and found nothing life threatening. Could he be so lucky that she hadn’t been hit by a bullet? Might she have just passed out from shock? Man, he hoped so.

Davis glanced toward his car. Gone.

Carver must’ve slid into the driver seat and chased after the perp.

Wait. Carver’s belly was too big for her to slide anywhere.

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