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the dance floor, now filled with moving bodies. “Sweetheart, come on now,” he chuckled. “As much as I’d like to, I really can’t dance with you and truthfully, I’m getting a little scared of you,” he teased, then glanced at her profile.
    She wasn’t smiling. Her eyes seemed transfixed as she stared straight ahead, and still she inched him farther back onto the dance floor. He could feel the heat and tension coming off her body.
    Following the direction of her unflinching gaze, Trevor looked up and froze. He spotted a man with a blank expression and his arm going into his jacket. “Oh, shit,” he whispered.
    The woman turned and pulled him through the throng of dancers, but when he pulled back again she turned to him. “I’m your contact, JR, now haul ass,” she shouted above the music then all but shoved him across the dance floor, heading to the terrace exit.
    Shocked at what she’d said, but letting her pull him along, Trevor replayed her words. “What? Wait, you’re—” He didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before what sounded like a firecracker suddenly went off behind him.
    Over the music, the sound didn’t immediately register until a woman at the bar screamed, “Gun!”
    Trevor barely maintained his balance as everyone in the lounge started to panic. When he reached for her arm, the woman who’d identified herself as JR pulled a deadly-looking handgun from her black sequined purse. In the rising noise, he heard her order him to stay behind her. She protectively backed him away from the man with the gun. He noticed the man’s expression wasn’t blank. It was psychotic. He recognized the look.
    Suddenly, JR took aim and fired a single shot. She hit the man squarely in the right shoulder. As the bullet tore into the man’s arm, he howled and spun around, dropping the gun. His look of total surprise and confusion went by the crowd because when her shot rang out, pandemonium erupted.
    The crowd was shoving and pushing between JR and the shooter, forcing her farther back to the patio and toward the exit. Straining to look over the heads of the moving mass, Trevor lost sight of the shooter through the swarm of bodies and guessed that if he couldn’t see the man, maybe the man couldn’t see her either. JR’s gun was still at the ready.
    Trevor couldn’t believe what was happening. One minute he was enjoying the music and holding a beautiful woman’s hand and the next minute he was in the middle of a stampede with gunfire and people screaming and running. In all of the confusion, Trevor became trapped in the mix of pushing, shoving bodies, all heading to the exit door. Turning, he frantically searched the crowd until JR gaze locked with his. He managed to find an open space, letting the crowd sweep past him. She finally caught up to him. When she was close enough, he grabbed her arm, pulling her into the space with him. When she acted defensively and whacked his forearm with a backhanded chop of her small right hand, Trevor was taken aback by the pain.
    Around them the noise was deafening. The space was filled with sounds of furniture and glassware being trampled, and above all of that was the wailing of approaching police sirens.
    When Trevor released her arm, JR grabbed his sleeve; her head moving left and right, apparently looking for another way out.
    This time Trevor pulled away from her, forcing her to stop and look up at him. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what the hell is going on!” he shouted over the din.
    “Listen, Dr. Grant, my name is JR and I’m a special agent with the FBI. I was sent here to get you to safety. That man was trying to kill you and I don’t know if there are others here waiting their turn to shoot at you, so we can’t stay here, got it?”
    Trevor glanced around the still dimly lit room but all he could see were people trying to get out. Nobody seemed to be taking any notice of them. Remembering that Myers and Jones had also