from the pocket of her PT shorts. Its lit screen and beeps of dialing were her undoing. As the victim lay still, bleeding and perhaps dying, the assailant straightened, wheeled to face the noise and started to move toward Zoe.
He was coming for her. She was next!
* * *
Linc Colson was concentrating, his jaw clenched, every nerve taut, as he followed K-9 Star. The rottweiler was as good as they came, and he trusted her tracking skills implicitly. That was why when she began to bark and paw at a closed warehouse door, he drew his sidearm and immediately tried the handle. Locked. And far too sturdily made to kick open.
He’d reached for the mic clipped to his shoulder, intending to report the evasive actions of his assigned suspect when a C-130 passing overhead forced a delay. He could hardly hear Star’s barking over the roar of those engines, let alone hope to be able to transmit clearly. He just hoped Sergeant Sullivan hadn’t run off to meet her murderous brother.
Linc jiggled the door handle again to no avail. He had just let it go when the heavy door swung open and a body slammed into his chest. Zoe Sullivan! Pushing her away, he commanded Star to sit and stay while one hand hovered over his holster and he faced his quarry.
Gasping, she raised both hands, palms out. “Don’t shoot. It’s me.”
“I can see that.” He had to shout at her to make himself heard over the fading roar of the cargo plane.
When she reached out to him, he took additional evasive action. “Stay where you are.”
“No! You don’t understand.”
Her voice was shrill. Different than before. She sounded frightened. Well, too bad. “If you didn’t want to get in more trouble, you shouldn’t have tried to ditch me.” He peered past her. “Where’s Boyd?”
“How should I know?”
Judging by the way she kept shaking her head, waving her hands and gaping at him, she’d scared herself more than she’d worried him. Good. It served her right.
“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again, but...”
“You sure won’t.” He signaled his dog to stand guard. “No more special courtesy for you, Sergeant Sullivan. From now on, I’m your shadow. You got that?”
“Fine. Then follow me.”
She turned and ducked back through the open door so quickly only Star kept up. Linc shouted, “Stop!” But the flight instructor kept right on going, stumbling when Star got in front of her to try to block her progress.
Linc grabbed a fistful of the back of Zoe’s shirt and yanked her back outside. “Oh, no, you don’t!”
She struggled against his hold. “Let me go. She may not be dead yet!”
“Who may not be dead? What kind of games are you playing now?”
“No games. I saw a woman get shot.” Staggering to keep her balance, she pointed with her whole arm. “Right in there. The shot echoed. You must have heard it, too.”
“Not over the engines of a C-130.” Linc drew his gun and took a defensive stance. “If you’re lying...”
“I’m not. I saw the shooting with my own eyes. When I tried to phone for help, the killer spotted me. I had to run for my life.” Her lips trembled. “And, no, it wasn’t Boyd. At least not this time.”
Either the flight instructor was telling the truth or she deserved an Oscar for acting, Linc decided. Not only was she shaking all over, his own nerves had begun firing wildly. The back of his neck tingled and he sensed danger the way he had in combat when trying to outwit a hidden enemy.
Pushing her aside with his free arm, he aimed blindly into the dark warehouse. “How could you see a thing in there?”
“The—the loading door at the other end was partly open when it all happened. The guy must have closed it after he shot her.”
Linc reached for his radio, reported the possible crime and was assured of backup, then instructed Zoe. “You stay out here. I’m going in to see if I can find the lights.”
“No way. Suppose the shooter gets behind you.”
“Star would alert me.”
“I still think I should go along. I can help.”
“The dog can do it better,” Linc insisted.
“I give up. I’m scared, okay? My little boy needs me, and you know I’m unarmed. The shooter knows I saw him. I don’t want to wait out here by myself.”
He could hear her rapid breathing, feel her fear. “That’s the first totally honest thing I’ve heard you say,” Linc replied. “All right. But stay close behind me in case I have to fire.”
“Gladly.”
Stepping inside, Linc placed each boot as silently as possible. He moved ahead in a half crouch in order to present a smaller target. Star preceded him. Zoe followed.
A swishing, fluttering noise from above startled all three of them. Zoe let out a tiny gasp but didn’t scream, impressing him, despite his lingering anger at her foolish tricks. Star paused for a moment, then looked forward again. “A bird in the rafters,” Linc whispered.
Although his human companion didn’t react, he continued to feel her presence, as if his actual shadow had substance. He’d have waited for backup if Sullivan hadn’t mentioned a victim. Given that complication, he needed to reach the scene and assess any injuries. Quickly.
Pausing, Linc waved his palm in front of Star’s nose, then held it up to stop Zoe, too. “Stay here. The panel for the lights is right ahead. When I turn them on, I don’t want you to be out in the open.”
“Will your dog panic and bite me if you leave?” Zoe whispered.
Under other circumstances Link would have chuckled. “Not unless I tell her to, so don’t run away again.”
Sergeant Sullivan’s muttered reply faded to nothing as Linc moved forward. His sight had adjusted to the darkness enough to tell where he was but not enough to spot hidden attackers.
He reached for the panel and flipped the switches. Banks of overhead fluorescent lights flickered, then steadied, illuminating the entire warehouse.
Linc’s first act was to ensure that there was no imminent threat. His gaze swept the building contents, then came to rest on Zoe. Star was seated at her feet, panting and totally unconcerned, meaning she sensed no danger lurking nearby.
In contrast, the flight instructor was standing there with her hazel eyes wide and her mouth hanging open, looking as though she was about to keel over.
Linc followed her line of sight to the base of the roll-up door. The concrete was spotless.
No dust.
No blood stain.
And no body.
