automatically put her hands over her ears, but the blast was so loud that it seemed to shake the entire car. What was left of the safety glass in the window came tumbling down on top of her.
Grayson elbowed the chunk of glass aside and fired another shot. All Eve could do was pray, and her prayers were quickly answered. Even with the roaring in her ears from the shots, she heard a welcome sound.
A siren.
Maybe the fire department. Maybe a deputy. She didn’t care which. She just wanted Grayson to have backup. Her gun was fully loaded, but Eve didn’t have any other ammunition with her, and she didn’t want to risk a gun battle with the man who had a better position behind the tree.
“The SOB’s getting away,” Grayson growled.
Eve hadn’t thought this situation could get more frightening, but that did it. If he managed to escape, he might try to come after her again.
She didn’t need this, and neither did Grayson.
Grayson obviously agreed because he climbed over her and caught on to the door handle. He turned it, but it didn’t budge. Eve didn’t relish the idea of Grayson running after a possible killer, but the alternative was worse. Besides, the gunman had quit shooting.
For now, anyway.
Eve rammed her weight against the door to help Grayson open it. It took several hard pushes, but with their combined effort the door finally flew open.
“Be careful,” she warned him.
“You, too,” Grayson warned back. “Stay put and try to find my gun. I figure he’s trying to get as far away from that siren as he can, but if this guy is stupid and doubles back, shoot him.”
That didn’t help with her ragged nerves, but as Gray son sprang from the car, Eve made a frantic search for the gun. She also kept watch, blindly running her hands over the floor and seats.
The sirens got closer, and she saw the flashes of blue lights at the end of the road. Backup was just seconds away, but Grayson was already running past the tree that the gunman had hidden behind.
Her fingers brushed over the cold gunmetal, finally, and Eve snatched up Grayson’s Smith & Wesson. Her hands were shaking like crazy, but she positioned the gun so it would be easier for her to take aim. But she was hoping that might not be necessary.
A Silver Creek cruiser came to a screeching stop next to her wrecked car, and she recognized the man who jumped out. It was Dade, Grayson’s brother. Like Grayson, he wore jeans and a badge clipped to his belt, and he had his gun ready. He was lankier than Grayson, but Eve didn’t doubt Dade’s capabilities. From everything she’d heard, he was a good lawman.
“Eve?” he asked. Dade was clearly surprised to see her in Silver Creek. Then his gaze flashed to the cottage. Or rather what remained of it. It was still on fire, but there wasn’t much left to burn.
Soon, very soon, it would be just a pile of ashes.
“Someone blew up the cottage. And then he fired a shot at us,” she explained. “He might be the killer you’re looking for.” Mercy, her voice was shaking as badly as her hands, and she tried to rein in her fear so she could point toward the tree. “Grayson went after him.”
Concern flashed through Dade’s eyes, and he snapped his attention in the direction where she’d pointed. “Stay here,” Dade said, repeating Grayson’s earlier order. “The fire crew is right behind me. And keep that gun ready, just in case.”
She watched him run toward the spot where she’d last seen Grayson, and Eve added another prayer for Dade’s safety, too. Like all the Rylands, she’d known Dade her entire life, and even though he was only two years younger than she was, she had always thought of him as her kid brother. That probably had something to do with all the meals she’d helped cook for Dade and the others after their mother committed suicide.
“The dark ages,” she mumbled.
That’s how she’d always thought of that time twenty years ago when Grayson and his brothers had basically
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