“Shit! You’ve been shot.”
“I’m okay.” He snarled at the blood as if it pissed him off.
“How bad does it hurt?”
“I’m fine, Sapphire.” He leveled his gaze at me and clenched his jaw. “What do we do?”
“Christ.” I pulled out my phone.
“Who are you calling?” He shook his head. “You don’t know who to trust.”
Shit. He’s right.
Kayden and I stared at the ceiling above us, tracking Bob’s heavy footsteps as he moved from room to room. “What the hell is he doing up there?”
Is he destroying more evidence? Had to be.
“Show me your wound.” I grabbed Kayden’s arm.
“It’s nothing.”
“Show me.”
He pulled his hand away from his upper arm. His sleeve was dark and wet, but the wound was a bloody stripe along the outside of the bicep, not a hole. The bullet had cut a clean track across the muscle and left a deep graze. That would hurt like hell, but it wasn’t life-threatening.
I shook my head at him. “You bloody idiot,” I whisper-shouted at him. “I told you to stay back.”
“You said it twice. I heard you.” He squared out his jaw.
“And you ignored me twice.”
“Yeah.” He didn’t look remotely sorry. “I did.”
“You could’ve been killed.” I thumped his good shoulder.
“Sapphire.” He caught my wrist, and his eyes locked onto mine. “I’m fine. We have bigger problems right now.”
He was right.
“What do we do?” he asked.
I made myself think. A single officer and a civilian, up against a corrupt senior sergeant barricaded inside a house with two men he’d just murdered. I had to stop Bob before he destroyed every piece of evidence left in that kitchen.
I had to go back in. I’m a cop. This is what I trained for.
I checked my gun magazine and clipped it back into place. I paused to hear what Bob was doing, but he’d gone quiet.
I gripped Kayden’s wrist. “Stay here.”
An engine revved nearby, the rough cough of an old V8 cranking to life.
I peered through the gaps in the palings under the house. Then the clatter of a roller door going up filled the silence.
“Shit.” I sprinted around the side of the house, clutching my weapon.
Headlights swept the driveway.
“No!” I ran harder around the front.
