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Avalon raced out of the building. She gulped in gasps of air as she looked frantically around the lot. Right…there.
“Avalon!” Royal’s shout.
She ignored him. Ran for the Jag. She yanked open the door. The keys—they were inside. Just waiting. She jumped in.
“Avalon!” Royal banged his hand into the windshield.
“Get back!” she yelled.
But then someone was pulling him back. Hard arms grabbed him. She frowned and tried to see through the darkness. Was that—Detective Cunningham?
Royal spun and drove a fist into the detective’s jaw.
She cranked the engine. She grabbed the wheel. And she hooked her seatbelt. Fuck it. She rammed the gas pedal down and raced toward the building. Smoke everywhere. But she remembered the spot. The spot where Beau had been. Trapped against the wall.
Don’t let the car kill him. Don’t let the smoke kill him. Don’t let me kill him.
She didn’t have a lot of room to pick up speed. This stupid idea might not work. Locking her teeth, praying, she gripped the wheel, and she hurtled the Jag right at LeBlanc’s. Right at the spot where she thought Beau might have been trapped. Come on, structural integrity. Be weak. Be weak enough.
She drove right into the wall. And she bounced back. Or the car did. But there was damage. To the building. To the Jag. Weakness. She just had to hit harder.
She reversed. Flew forward.
Don’t let me kill him. Don’t let me kill me, either.
And she hit again. The crunch of metal. The scream of glass.
This time, the air bag deployed. Her face slammed into it. Everything went white around her.
She shoved against the air bag.
Everything was white except for the flames that were now shooting from the side of the building.
Behind her, she heard the wail of sirens.
Air hit him. Cleaner air. Air that didn’t choke him and a fucking car had almost hit him, too. Beau blinked a few times as he tried to keep his heavy eyelids open, and he stared at the front of a Jag as it jutted into the building. Smashed to hell, but definitely a Jag. It had torn right through the wall.
“Beau!”
Avalon’s voice. Avalon fighting and kicking her way out of the Jag and crawling through the opening she’d made in that wall. But the flames were bigger. Stretching. More oxygen in the air had them surging ever higher. She couldn’t come closer. She needed to get the hell out. How many times would he need to tell her?
But Avalon was right there. She grabbed his arm. Smiled at him.
And then someone else grabbed him from behind.
Beau looked back.
A firefighter stood behind him. Mask in place. Breathing through the regulator. Full turnout gear covering his body so he’d be protected from the flames. Helmet on to protect his head.
The killer stood behind him. Wearing his disguise. But Beau knew exactly who he was.
The firefighter shook his head. He?—
Avalon threw her whole body against the firefighter’s. She slammed into him, and surprised, he staggered back. He slipped. Fell.
“Let’s…go!” Avalon’s cry.
At least, Beau thought that was her cry. She pushed against him, and he scrambled with her. They scraped past the Jag. Made it into the night that waited. A small opening had been created when the Jag had met the wall…and the wall mostly won the fight. They lurched outside and Beau choked in air. “Cuffed. Covered in…booze! If fire…touches me…”
