Wild Venom: A Coastal Caribbean Adventure (Tyson Wild Thriller Book 31) by Tripp Ellis

Author:Tripp Ellis [Ellis, Tripp]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tripp Ellis
Published: 2021-08-15T16:00:00+00:00

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Sophia's eyes rounded, and she grabbed both of our shirts and yanked us to the ground. "Get down!"

As we hit the concrete, gunfire echoed through the night air. Glass shattered, and bullets pelted cars parked on the street. Bullets ricocheted off nearby buildings. The Porsche took a few more hits.

Tires squealed as the perps sped away and rounded the corner onto Oyster Avenue.

Sophia had fallen on top of me. Her heartbeat vibrated my chest, and her plump lips hovered inches away. Her blonde hair dangled in my face.

She smirked. “How many times is that now?”

I didn’t answer.

“I think you owe me. I keep saving your ass.”

I arched an eyebrow at her.

“Friends of yours?”

“Apparently.”

She pushed off me and stood up.

I climbed to my feet and scanned the area.

Curious pedestrians peered around the corner in fear.

The shooters had long since vanished into the night.

"Did you get a good look at the perps?” I asked.

"Silver four-door sedan,” Sophia said. “One driver, one passenger—both wearing ski masks. Fully automatic Uzi. Spray and pray."

"You get a plate number?”

“SCG something."

The distant sound of sirens warbled. Someone had called the Sheriff's Department.

"You better get going," I said.

Sophia frowned. "Is that all the thanks I get? I was hoping for a little more." There was a devilish sparkle in her eyes.

She stepped close and took what she wanted. She planted a kiss on my lips.

I didn't kiss back.

She pushed away, spun around, and sauntered toward the corner.

She called over her shoulder, “Stay safe, boys."

We both watched her hips sway as she walked away.

“Are we just going to let a fugitive from justice walk away like that?” JD asked.

"I think so."

"I still don't like her," he said. "But I don't dislike her as much as I did." He paused for a second. "I believe I could put aside my dislike for a brief encounter."

I rolled my eyes.

“What!? I'm just saying. I forgot how captivating she can be."

"That's a good word."

"You said it yourself—she didn't kill Quinn.”

"I never said that. I said she claims not to have killed Quinn.”

“So, who did?"

I shrugged. “A guy named Holden Cauley, maybe. Who knows?”

Two patrol cars screeched to the scene, lights flashing, painting the nearby buildings a wash of blue and red. The deputies hopped out of their vehicles.

Deputy Takashi shouted. "Wild, Donovan… I should have known you two were involved.”

We gave statements to the deputies, and I gave them the partial plate letters and description of the car.

"Any idea who these guys were, or why you were targeted?" Takashi asked.

"Could have something to do with the bust in Pineapple Bay today,” I said. "How many Falcon Syndicate members are still out on the street?"

"Maybe that’s something you ought to look into," Takashi said.

"I plan on it."

We waited for the forensics team to arrive. They showed up and documented the scene, snapped photos of a few spent shell casings, and collected slugs that were embedded into nearby buildings. With any luck, we might be able to get a ballistics match if the weapons had been used in the commission of another crime.

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