enough lives, wasn’t anywhere close to earning redemption.
Spence fought off his attacker, reaching for the guy’s arm.
The man pistol-whipped him. Pain seared through Spence’s brain.
The ledge loomed closer...
“Listen to the sound of His glory,” a woman’s voice echoed.
Momentarily distracted, the assailant loosened his grip.
Spence grabbed his wrist and yanked hard. The attacker lost his balance, stumbled and fell to the ground.
The gun sprang from his hand.
Spence dived on top of him and pulled his arms behind his back, wishing he had something to bind his wrists.
A gasping sound drew his attention to Gwen. Her airway was closing up. Not good. He had to get to her before she stopped breathing altogether.
The attacker swung his fist backward and nailed Spence in the jaw. The guy scrambled out from under him, jumped to his feet and began kicking Spence in the ribs.
Spence rolled, hoping to get to the gun before the attacker did. But his head snapped back and slammed against a rock. More stars sparked across his vision.
A shot rang out.
This was it. The end.
Yet Spence didn’t feel the burn of a bullet ripping through his flesh.
He didn’t feel much of anything as he stared up at the gray sky.
I’m coming, Bobby. I’m coming...
* * *
“Freeze!” Maddie McBride ordered the attacker.
Maddie obviously knew her way around a gun better than this birdbrain who was kicking the stuffing out of Dr. Dreamboat.
As she aimed the weapon at the attacker’s back, she heard her father’s voice from childhood: never aim a gun at something you aren’t prepared to destroy.
Well, this might be the day she destroyed another human being. Not something she wanted to do, but she might not have a choice. Her priority was to save the doc and the injured female on the ground.
The guy stood very still for a few seconds, and then kicked the doc again.
“I said freeze, turkey, or the next one’s going in your back.”
He slowly turned, and she swallowed a ball of fear knotting in her throat. Talk about creepy-looking. The guy wore a black face mask that covered everything but his dark gray eyes. More like black—they looked black as coal.
“Not another step,” she said, but even Maddie could see her hands were trembling from the adrenaline rush.
“You wouldn’t shoot me.” He took a step toward her.
Maddie fired off a round at his feet, coming dangerously close to taking off his big toe in those ridiculous blue sneakers.
He jumped back, his eyes darkening even more.
She didn’t have the patience for this, she really didn’t. She’d been on a hike, saw the text go out, and decided to stop by and offer medical assistance.
Things got a lot more complicated.
“Down on your knees,” she said. “Interlace your hands behind your head.”
She calmed her breathing. If he lunged at her, she’d have to shoot him. Time froze in those few seconds.
She thought a smile curled his lips.
Her finger braced against the trigger.
Then he spun around and took off.
“Hey! Get back here!” She fired a shot into the air.
The guy instinctively ducked, and tripped. He hit the ground, rolling...
Over the edge of the trail into the abyss below.
She rushed to the edge and looked down into the lush green forest. There was no sign of him or any movement at all. Great, now they’d have to send a second team to rescue that jerk.
At least he was no longer a threat and she could concentrate on the injured doc and unconscious female. Maddie engaged the safety and shoved the gun into her waistband.
“Hey, Doc, you okay?” She knelt beside him.
He blinked and looked up at her. His eyes were bloodshot and glassy. He struggled to sit up.
“Whoa, whoa, take it easy.”
He waved her off and sat up, shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs. Glancing beyond her he said, “You shot him?”
“Yeah, I shot him,” she quipped, then read his worried expression. “Doc, I’m kidding.”
He didn’t look convinced.
“I fired to get his attention and he fell off the trail.” She handed him the gun. “Hang on to this in case he comes back.”
His eyes widened as he stared at the gun.
“Or maybe not.” She tucked the gun back into her waistband and shucked her backpack.
“You shot at him?” Dr. Spencer was frowning at her. Really? She’d saved his life and he was judging her for discharging the weapon?
“What’s the status of the victim?” Shoving his judgment aside, she went to the female lying motionless on the ground. “Hang on, I know this girl.” As a paramedic, Maddie and her partner Rocky had rushed this girl to the hospital for a drug overdose a few weeks ago. “This is—”
“Gwen,” he offered.
“What have we got, forty, forty-five minutes left?”
She glanced at Dr. Spencer for confirmation. He was looking around as if trying to figure out how he’d ended up out here. Oh boy, maybe it wasn’t judgment she’d read in his eyes a moment ago as much as confusion. Could Dr. Dreamboat be suffering from a head injury courtesy of the masked creep?
She clicked on her small flashlight and checked his pupils. The man had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. “Do you know where you are, Dr. Spencer?”
“Of course I do. I’m fine.” He batted her hand away and went to Gwen, as if Maddie’s offensive question had snapped him into action.
Good. He was okay. He had to be okay so he could help her treat Gwen.
Dr. Dreamboat, as the ladies in town called him, was not only a skilled doc but he had a charming bedside manner that made young women, old women, pretty much all women line up to date him.
Not Maddie. She wasn’t buying Dr. Spencer’s smooth charm
