“Stay inside,” he said as he stepped out of the car.
He walked to the front of the patrol unit. On its fender were the scattered, oozing remnants of two eggs. He turned just in time to see Carla holding a carton and pulling her arm back to take aim.
“Stop, Carla!” he ordered, his voice hard-edged and full of authority.
The egg flew through the air, missing him by just a few inches and smacking against the car’s windshield.
Gwen stepped out of the car and slammed the door. “Mother, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Her mother smeared her forearm under her nose and dropped the carton of eggs, its contents rolling on the ground at her feet. “He’s a bastard...” She motioned to Wyatt as though he couldn’t hear her. “It’s his damned fault.” She reached behind her back.
His fine-tuned senses kicked into full gear. “Hands where I can see them!” he yelled.
Carla laughed, her sound high and malicious. “You don’t get to order me around. I’ve known you since you were born. You loved my daughter. You knew Jimmy. Yet you did nothing...nothing to protect my Bianca. You let your family’s demons take her.”
There were any number of demons she could have been talking about when it came to his family, but in this moment it didn’t matter—all that mattered was what she was holding behind her back and what she planned on doing with it.
“Put your hands where I can see them.” He slowly reached down for the Taser on his utility belt.
The last thing he wanted to do was to tase Gwen’s mother. Things were already tense enough, but no matter what his feelings toward Gwen and her family were, his job and their safety came first.
“I don’t want to hurt you... I don’t...” Carla said as she moved toward him, her motions jerky as though her body and her mind were in disagreement. “But you and your family... You all keep ruining my life. You want to take everything from me.”
“We didn’t take anything from you.” He knew he shouldn’t argue with the grief-crazed woman, but he couldn’t hear her drag his family through the mud anymore. She needed to be pulled back to reality.
She dropped her hand to her side. In her grip was a snub-nosed revolver.
Either she was going to shoot him or herself—either way, he couldn’t allow her to keep that gun in her possession.
“Drop the gun, Carla,” he said.
She looked at him, and a tear slipped down her cheek. As the wind kicked up, he could smell the strong scent of whiskey wafting from her—even stronger than before.
She shook her head, the action slow and deliberate.
“Mother. No. Don’t do this,” Gwen said. “You can’t play at this. Not again. Wyatt is a deputy. He has every right to shoot you if you lift that gun. Drop. It. Now.”
Not again? Was Carla’s threat something she did on a regular basis?
He thought his family had the corner on putting the fun in dysfunctional.
Gwen stepped around the car and moved toward her mother.
“No,” he ordered, putting his arm out and trying to stop her without actually losing sight of the gun. “Stay back, Gwen.” He tried to hedge his tone between the hard edge of work and the softness of the feelings he still carried for her, but it came out much sharper than he intended.
Gwen looked at him like he had struck her.
He chastised himself, he’d screwed that all up, but now wasn’t the time to fully explain himself. “I don’t want her to hurt you.”
“She’s my mother,” she spat out. “She’s not dangerous. Really. You need to trust me.”
He felt the slice of her words as she cut away at his flaw—trust had never been his strong suit and she knew it. Why did she have to call him out at a time like this?
If something happened, if Carla pulled that trigger, he would have to answer to those above him. They would never understand if he went against procedure—even for a woman he used to know and her daughter, whom he wanted to get to know again.
“Your mother or not, Gwen, she can’t do this.” He raised his Taser. “This is the last time I ask, Carla,” he said, moving into range. “If you don’t put the gun down, I will be forced to tase you. Your choice.”
Carla lifted the gun.
“Wyatt, no!” Gwen yelled.
He pulled the trigger.
Carla hit the ground, convulsing as the electricity pulsed through her.
He ran to her side and kicked the gun from her hand before picking it up and opening the cylinder to look for rounds. The gun was empty.
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