by Rachel Dylan
Steadying herself she took a deep breath, aimed, and pulled the trigger. It only took one shot, and the right front tire of the car chasing them was done for. The pursuit ended abruptly as they began to skid, the car circling in on the blown tire. “Got ’em.”
“Well, Ms. P.I. lady, I’m impressed.”
“You should be.” Then she turned the gun toward him.
“Whoa.” He lifted up his right hand at her while keeping his left on the wheel. “Just put that thing away.”
Her hand was steady. “I have no reason to use this on you. But I’m not being taken in for questioning. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I never accused you of anything,” he said with a raised voice. She watched as his hands tightened on the wheel.
“Take me downtown. Let me out and drive away. It’s that simple.”
“You’re crazy, ma’am.”
“No. But I’m the one with the gun right now, so I hope you don’t try anything crazy.”
“You’re hiding something.”
“It’s none of your concern. Just act like you never saw me tonight.”
“You know that’s not possible. I’ll have to write up this whole thing.”
“Be creative,” she countered. “Now let’s get downtown. And don’t try anything because I’d really hate to shoot you.”
He let out a deep breath but started driving toward town as she directed. Good, she thought. She doubted that he’d let her go indefinitely. But she needed to get away and deal with this problem on her own terms. That meant not being taken in for questioning by the FBI tonight. She needed time.
When they reached the more crowded streets of downtown El Paso, she was ready to get away from him. “Slow down. Let me out. And keep on driving. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” he said in an even voice.
“Good.”
He did as she asked and slowed down. She never took the gun off of him as she opened the door slowly. With the light from the streets flooding in, she could see his eyes were light blue. And questioning. “Just pretend I was never here. For your own good and mine too, okay?”
She couldn’t shake the thought that she’d seen him before. She backed out of the Jeep, and he didn’t say anything in response. She slammed the door shut, and he pulled away. She didn’t waste any time weaving her way through the Saturday night crowd.
She was safe for now, but she had no doubt. The FBI guy would find her, and when he did, she’d be in a ton of trouble.
About the Author
Rachel Dylan writes Christian fiction including inspirational romantic suspense for Love Inspired Suspense and the Windy Ridge Legal Thriller series. Rachel has practiced law for almost a decade and enjoys weaving together legal and suspenseful stories. She lives in Michigan with her husband and five furkids--two dogs and three cats. Rachel loves to connect with readers.
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