Chapter One Hundred

At the sound of gunfire, Angel was finally shaken from her moment of stupidity.

She whipped up her gun and shot him.

Normally she was an excellent shot, but she’d been so stunned to see him, her hands weren’t as steady as she would have liked. She managed to hit him in the arm, causing him to drop the case and run for cover.

The door slammed, but she didn’t want to assume he was gone. It would be just like Lucas Stone to pretend he’d left and sneak back to ambush her.

She followed him outside just as he jumped into a silver sedan and sped off. She took note of the license plate, but was sure it would probably come back to a rental, or stolen. It would never lead her to his home base. He was much too smart for that.

Walking back inside, she called out to Colton, letting him know their target was gone. She turned the corner only to see him slump to the ground.

“Colton!” She rushed over to him and dropped to her knees. “Oh my God.”

Blood was spreading across his gray T-shirt. He was still breathing, but his breaths were shallow and quick. Ripping open the T-shirt, she exposed the Kevlar vest he was wearing.

The vest with a big hole in the chest.

“Armor-piercing bullets. Oh God. Oh God.”

She pulled Colton’s phone from his pocket and called 911. She told them to hurry, even knowing it wouldn’t help. They would get there as soon as they could.

She just prayed it would be soon enough.

“Colton, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” The words tripped out of her in a rush. He was badly hurt, and it was all because she hadn’t acted when she should have. She’d blown it, and he was the one paying for her mistake.

Just as she’d feared all along.

“Please don’t die,” she repeated over and over as she held pressure on the wound and prayed luck was on his side one more time.

He’d survived six gunshots.

Please let him survive this one, too.