to the seats. She also looked out at the sidewalk that was zipping by. No sign of Shore, thank God. Maybe they had finally lost him.
She listened while Brandon gave an update to whomever he had called. He also asked about Lieutenant Bo Duggan, and then about Martin Shore. Brandon’s forehead bunched up when he apparently got a response.
“We’re on our way,” Brandon said to the person on the other end of the line, and he snapped his phone shut.
“They got Martin Shore?” she immediately asked.
He shook his head. “But they’re looking. Backup arrived, and there are officers fanning out all over the area.”
The hopeful tone was tinged with doubt. And Willa knew why. From what Brandon had told her, Martin Shore was a professional killer, and he probably knew how to evade the police. He was no doubt on the run so he could regroup.
And come after her again.
“Bo Duggan was shot,” Brandon added, his voice practically a whisper. He closed his eyes a moment but not before she saw the flash of anger mixed with pain. “He’s on the way to the hospital.”
“I’m sorry.” Not that it would probably help, but Willa reached out and touched his arm.
That touch brought his eyes open, and he met her gaze. “So am I. Sorry for the lieutenant and sorry that I didn’t get to you sooner so I could stop this attack.”
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