Chapter Thirteen
Dan hated being so curt with Terry, but they literally only had seconds to get out of there. "I need you to trust me right now, Terry." The ambulance, which sat between the truck and the shooter, would only do them good for so long.
Terry stared at him for about half a second before stretching out his arms. Dan grabbed them and pulled until Terry was out of the cab of the truck and crouched down next to him. Dan turned back and grabbed Hector's arms and started pulling him out of the cab.
"Let me help," Terry insisted.
"Just give me a minute to get him closer to the door."
Dan pulled hard, hoping he wasn't causing even more damage to the man. When he had Hector close enough, he grabbed him under the arms and pulled him the rest of the way out. Instead of laying him on the ground, he dragged him to the vehicle parked next to Terry's truck.
"Get in the back on the floor and keep your head down."
Once Terry climbed into the back of the SUV, Dan lifted Hector up. "Grab him."
It took a little maneuvering and a lot of grunting, but together, they got Hector into the back seat of the vehicle. Dan climbed in and shut the door before hunching down. Terry immediately got to work putting pressure on the bullet wound in Hector's shoulder.
"Do you think he's going to be okay?"
Terry nodded. "It looks like a through and through in the shoulder. Besides blood loss, I'm more worried he might have broken his collarbone than the actual wound."
Dan nodded before glancing toward the front seat. "Okay, we're good, Sheriff."
The sheriff picked up the mic. "Okay, Yancy, we're backing up now."
"Copy that," Yancy replied.
A moment later, the front passenger door opened, and Yancy climbed in. "The ambulance should keep us covered for a little ways, but I suggest you step on it."
John chuckled as he put the SUV into gear. Dan grunted as he was tossed against the seat as the SUV shot forward. He was so glad he was crouched down on the floor of the car. He really didn't want to see his life flash before his eyes.
Dan glanced over Hector's prone body to Terry. When he saw the man's wide eyes, he reached over and grabbed his hand. "Hey."
Terry glanced at him.
"We're going to get out of this. I promise."
"Someone tried to kill me, Dan."
Dan grimaced. "I know that, and we'll find whoever is doing this."
"Will—"
"Baby, Will was shot."
Terry's eyes grew even wider. "What?"
"He was shot coming out of the grocery store."
"Is he alive?"
Dan thought back to the man's unmoving body and the blood pool next to his head. "I don't think so, but until we catch the shooter, we can't even check on him."
"Oh man, that poor guy." Terry's eyes watered. "Do you think it was Keith then?"
"Terry," the sheriff called out from the front seat, "Keith was taken into custody early this morning when he tried to pawn some of your mother's jewelry at another pawn shop. He's been locked in jail for the last five hours. I received the call early this morning."
"Then who in the hell is trying to kill me?"
