“Why did shefall?” I demanded, worried he was shielding me from the truth. “Did he shoot her?”
“No, Addison. We don’t know the details yet, but it sounds like she tripped trying to get away from the shooter.”
Okay, that wastotallyDylan. It would be just like her to trip and fall, especially in a high-stress situation like a gunfight at the OK Corral. “Where is the shooter?”
Jake frowned. “He slippedout the back. We got a description, and we’ll get the footage from the store’s cameras. His face will be on every news channel within the hour. We’ll find him.” He draped an arm over my shoulders and squeezed me to him.
I stayed in the safety of Jake’s arms for a minute, processing this new information. Dylan had been held hostage. Why? Did some random guy just draw a gun on her in the middleof the grocery store? Or did this have something to do with Kirk’s murder? If so, the shooter could be on his way to the hospital to finish the job. I pulled away. “Jake, I need to get to the hospital.”
“Okay. Just let me make sure everything’s secure here and I’ll take you.”
He didn’t understand. Dylan was unconscious and vulnerable, and the shooter could beat up a cop, steal his clothes, sneakpast security, and... and... I really needed to get to the hospital.
I was about to call a cab when Asher drove up.
