Abigail
The parking garage was still thick with tension after the smoke cleared. Finnegan held me tightly against his chest, one arm wrapped around my waist like he was afraid I might disappear.
His heart was pounding as hard as mine. The police had arrived in force, sirens flashing, but Devin was already gone with his wounded leg, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
That asshole, I thought, watching the policemen bag the gun I had snatched from him. Annette would have my head if she ever found out what happened this morning.
I was still shaking. The phantom pressure of the gun against my temple refused to leave my skin.
Finnegan's hand moved across my back in slow, soothing circles while the detective in charge approached us, his face grim. "We're tracking every pharmacy and hospital within a fifty-mile radius. Stakeouts will be set up. You did a good job, Miss Kellerman. A very brave one too. If he seeks treatment for that knee, we'll know."
