Terry let out a small resigned chuckle. "No."
He knew Will needed his sympathy and not his hatred, but as Hector said, that didn't make it any easier. Will might be forced to do what he was doing, but he was still doing it. And, until they figured out who was forcing Will, Terry had no one else to aim his anger at.
"You want me to run back in and grab the tea?"
"Yeah." Terry sent Hector a smile before digging some money out of his pocket and holding it out to Hector. The man just stared at him until he tucked the money back into his pocket.
"Any specific kind?"
"Green tea."
"Brand?"
"Anything will do."
Once Terry started adding his special ingredients, it wouldn't matter what brand it was. His recipe—handed down through his family for generations—could pretty much take any tea and turn it into southern sweet tea.
Terry rolled his window down, prepared to sit there for a few minutes while Hector went back into the store. He screamed when the front window shattered.
"Get down!" Hector shouted as he grabbed Terry and pushed him to the floor.
Terry heard Hector grunt right before the man covered him. His heart thundered in his chest, painfully, making it hard to breathe. Of course, that could have been the two-hundred-plus-pound man draped over the top of him.
"Hector, you need to move. I can't breathe."
Nothing. The man didn't move.
"Hector?"
Something wet dropped on Terry's cheek. He swiped at it then looked at his hand. Terry gasped and recoiled when he saw the red splotch smeared across his fingertips.
Hector was hit.
Holy fuck!
Terry had to do something, but he was wedged against the floorboard and the seat. Hector's heavy-ass body was weighing down on him.
Terry reached up to the cell phone holder in the dashboard and grabbed his cell phone. He quickly dialed the first number he could think of.
"Hey, baby, how is—"
"Hector's shot!"
"What?" Dan roared. "What do you mean he's shot?"
"We went to the grocery store. Someone shot Hector while we were sitting in the parking lot."
"Where was he hit?"
"I don't know. He tossed me to the floor then laid over the top of me. I can't see where he's hit. He's too heavy for me to lift."
"Okay, I'm on my way, Terry."
"No!" Pure panic shot through Terry. "No, don't come here. You'll be shot, too."
"I'll be fine, Terry. I'm a DEA agent, and while there might not be a lot of action here in Cade Creek, I have been trained for this sort of thing."
"Dan—"
