Page 112 of Capture My Heart

Paulie dropped her head in her hands. “Just go.”

Amy pushed off the wall, leaving Paulie’s phone on the desk.

“Amy.”

She stopped.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She didn’t look up.

Amy nodded and walked out.

She pushed the heavy door open. The bright sun cut through the dim restaurant, blinding her. She squinted.

“Larson.”

That voice. A chill ran through her.

The door slammed behind her as she raised her hand to shade her eyes.

Bob Peterson stood in front of her. She blinked.

“Amy, what are you doing here?” His voice hammered in her head. Flashes of the explosion rushed over her. His voice became clear. What is she doing here?

Her eyes widened, and she still couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Bob stood in front of her, his gun in hand.

Her heart pounded. She bit her tongue. It was him. Did he know she knew?

“What’s with the gun?” Her gaze dropped to the weapon.

“Don’t play dumb. You have the worst poker face.”

The pieces all fell into place. He was in the building the night Finden was killed. He had access to the car keys since he was the detective on the armed robbery case. “Why?”

He ignored her question. “Gun and phone.”

She unsnapped the holster and pulled out her firearm with two fingers. Holding them out for him to take. Come on. Come closer. She could always take him in hand-to-hand. If he moved one step closer, she would go for it. She rocked up on the balls of her feet.

Bob wasn’t as dumb as she hoped. He waved the gun to her open car window. “Toss it in.”

Her lungs deflated and she threw the gun in her seat.

“And the phone.” He waved the barrel of the gun at her.

Tears stung the backs of her eyes as she dropped it in the car. This was really happening.

This was Bob. Her coworker and buddy. How could he be holding a gun on her?

He scanned side to side then motioned her into his car. “Get in the back.”

She stood her ground. If she got in, her chances of survival dropped drastically. “No. Why are you doing this?’

“I’ll kill you here and drag you to the car if I have to. But it would be easier on my back if you’d get in the car.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why?”

“Hailey. The experimental treatment isn’t covered by insurance.”

Her heart sank. If it was between her and his daughter, Amy was toast.