Watch Over Me by Kait Nolan

Author:Kait Nolan [Nolan, Kait]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kait Nolan

Chapter 8

At the crack of gunfire, Rowan jolted awake. Heart threatening to beat straight out of her chest, she hit the floor, cracking her knee on the hardwood and automatically covering her head before she was even truly conscious. Awareness of where she was slammed into her. Robert’s. She was in the guest room at Robert’s.

Nightmare. It was just a nightmare.

On a slow exhale, she dropped her brow to the floor.

Another two shots shattered the stillness of night. Rowan jerked her head up, pulse kicking back to high gear.

Not a nightmare. Someone was shooting at the house.

A thud sounded from down the hall, launching her heart into her throat.

Oh God, oh no, oh shit. Was someone in the house?

Rowan kicked free of the covers tangled around her legs and rose into a crouch, retrieving the case with her Sig Sauer from the nightstand drawer. Her fingers fumbled through the combination.

“C’mon. C’mon!”

Snick.

The lock sprang open and she pulled out the gun, sliding in a fresh magazine. Though she wanted to race, she forced herself to slow down, clear the rooms as she made her way down the hall to Robert’s bedroom. Prepared for the worst, she opened the door, immediately ducking to make herself a smaller target.

Robert lay on the floor, gasping for breath, clutching his chest. Rowan swept the room. No intruder. No shattered glass.

She didn’t have time to make sense of that as she knelt by her great uncle. No blood. But that was only a minor relief. His pulse thundered every bit as hard as hers and his face was pale, even in the moonlight streaming through the windows.

“It’s gonna be okay, Unk. I’m getting help.” Please don’t let me be too late.

Keeping out of the line of sight of the windows, she grabbed the cordless phone from one of the nightstands and dialed 9-1-1 as she hurried back to Robert.

“9-1-1, what is the nature of your emergency?”

“Multiple shots have been fired outside 1137 Boydell Road, and I need an ambulance for a fifty-five year old man having a heart attack.”

“Can the shooter get into the house?”

“I…” Damn it. She hadn’t checked the doors. With a quick look at Robert, she bolted to the front of the house, then to the back door in the kitchen. Both locked. “No. As best I can tell, no one has come inside.”

“Is the heart attack patient breathing?”

Rowan ran back down the hall and dropped to her knees beside him. “Yes, but it’s extremely labored and his color is terrible. His pulse is strong but very fast. He just had bypass surgery three weeks ago.”

Rowan could hear the rapid clacking of a keyboard.

“Is the shooter immediately outside?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you just hear the shots or did you see someone?”

Questions. Endless questions. As a cop she knew they had to be asked, but she just wanted them to send someone… “The sound woke me up, then I heard two more.”

“So you didn’t see anyone?”

“No.” God, she was every useless witness she’d ever interviewed.

“Do

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