by Cindi Myers
She looked at the other man as if for permission, then leaned toward Adam, her hand out. As soon as she grasped his hand, he pumped it up and down in a vigorous shake, pulling her even farther away from the edge.
“Your name, ma’am?”
“I, um... Jody. My name’s Jody Ingram.” She shook his hand, eyes wide with fear.
“Pleased to meet you.” Adam let her go and held his hand out toward the gunman. “And you are?”
The man’s nearly black eyes dropped to Adam’s outstretched hand while he clearly debated his response. A handshake required that he use his right hand, his dominant hand, the one that had held the pistol earlier. He’d be giving up precious seconds of reaction time if he decided that Adam was a threat and he needed to draw his gun. Which of course was exactly why Adam wanted to shake his hand.
Adam was left-handed.
And his pistol was holstered just a few inches from where his left hand currently hung down by his side.
Come on, come on. Shake the clueless cop’s hand.
An awkward silence stretched out between them as no one moved. Adam pretended not to notice. He kept his hand out, waiting, a goofy grin on his face. From the corner of his eye, Adam saw the woman watching them closely, her gaze sweeping back and forth.
Finally, the man mumbled something beneath his breath that sounded suspiciously like “stupid hillbilly” before gripping Adam’s hand.
Adam yanked hard, jerking the man off balance. The man stumbled as Adam grabbed the butt of his gun in the holster. But Tattoo Guy was lightning fast. Even as Adam began to draw his pistol, the other guy was already drawing his and swinging it toward him.
Copyright © 2019 by Lena Diaz
ISBN-13: 9781488045769
Ice Cold Killer
Copyright © 2019 by Cynthia Myers
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