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His voice is a low vibration in my ear. “Stay here. We’re waiting until this has all died down. He pulled the fucking alarm trigger thinking it would scare us off.”
“Asshole. I don’t scare off that easily.”
“Good,” he says from behind me. His voice is a low rumble, his warm breath on my neck. “I don’t either. And now, we wait. The son of a bitch set me up.”
I wouldnotwant to be that bartender right about now.
“How do you know it was a setup?”
“The second I stepped outside of the bar, he was gone, the alarm went off, and when people poured out of the bar, I was attacked.”
I suspected he knew something. This only confirms it.
“Who attacked you?”
“Couldn’t see. Someone hooded, and they took off the second the place evacuated.”
“Son of a bitch.” I wobble in my crouched position, and without a word, he wraps his hand around my waist to steady me. His hand’s large enough that his grip on one side rights my whole body. My skin seems to flame beneath the heat of his touch. I force myself to stay focused.
The firefighters come, finish evacuating the place, and put out a small kitchen fire. I look in every direction to see where the bartender might have hidden. I pull up the bar website and look for everything I can find. They have a profile page with the name of everyone who works here. I get to work.
By the time the crowd’s dissipated, I’ve got everything I need to know about the bartender.
“You think they think we’re gone?”
“Long gone.”
“Good.”
We wait for what seems like hours. I don’t move. I barely even breathe. We’re safe in our hiding place, but our location could be revealed at any moment, so I stay exactly where I am. His hand’s still on me, steadying me. My breathing’s ragged and unsteady.
I blink in surprise when I see the bartender. I hiss to Cain, “I saw him. He went in just now through the back door to the stock room. Plan of attack?”
He grunts. “I’ll go in first. I’ll?—”
“Let me go in first. I’m smaller and it will be easier for me to find him.”
“Absolutely not, and do not interrupt me again.”
I stifle a whine.Of course not. Yes, sir!::inward eye roll::
His voice rings with authority. “I’ll find him. I’ll question him. You’ll do what I tell you.”
I grumble at him, “Take notes on my notepad and maybe make you a sandwich?”
The grip on my waist, which Ialmostforgot about, tightens. “Careful, Miss Price. Don’t push it.”
Now why would I do a thing like that?Grrr!
I see a glimmer of red hair through a window.
“He’s definitely there.”
“Where?”
“Ten o’clock, behind the door, but close enough to a window if you need that entrance as well.” Ha, who am I kidding? The only one of us who’d fit through a window is me. He’d be lucky to get a leg through.
I hear the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. “Let’s go.”
