Tag: thriller

Connor couldn’t stop thinking about the woman, who’s name he had finally learned was Lacey. Lacey Bentley, aged twenty-three, parents deceased, no siblings, and a recent divorce. That was what he had managed to learn about her while he was sitting in the hospital corridor waiting to speak with her.

After admitting that it might have been her husband who sent someone to kill her and bursting into tears she had kind of drifted off into a trance.

He’d bundled her into an ambulance, waited at the scene to give a statement to his colleagues about what had gone down, then driven to the hospital as quickly as he could. Connor had spoken to her doctor and learned that her leg hadn’t needed surgery but that they were keeping her overnight to treat her for shock.

He wanted to see her again. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to . . .

“Detective Zaal?”

“Yes?” he asked the doctor who had walked down the corridor towards him. “How is Ms. Bentley?”

“She’ll be alright, physically at least, psychologically, well thats going to take time.”

“Can I go in and speak with her? She is a witness in a shooting that lead to seven deaths,” he added when the doctor looked to be wavering.

“Okay, but I don’t know how much you’ll get out of her.”

“Thank you,” he said. Standing he walked towards Lacey’s hospital room a little brisker than was strictly necessary but he really wanted to see her again. Back at the crime scene she’d wanted to kiss him, he had been able to read it written all over her face.

What was worse was that he had wanted to kiss her too.

That was completely inappropriate. He was a cop, she was the victim of a crime, one who was probably still in danger. He had to shut down this attraction he felt for her before he did something stupid that they would both regret.

“Lacey, its Detective Zaal,” he said as he opened the door and stepped into her room.

Which was empty.

She’d run.

No doubt afraid that her ex-husband would track her to the hospital she had decided that she was safer on the run.

On her own.

“Lacey,” he groaned. How could he keep her safe when he didn’t know where she was. She’d just made his job a whole lot harder.

But he would find her, and he would protect her from her ex. And then for once in his life he might throw caution to the wind and win the girl.

She wanted to kiss him.

Lacey couldn’t take her eyes off the handsome stranger who had just saved her life.

His eyes were honey coloured, his hair as black as night, and he had the most endearing dimples. He was like a dream, a mirage, something that was too good to be true, especially in her messed up life, and yet he was standing in front of her touching her. His fingers clasped her chin and he was staring into her eyes like . . . like . . . well she wasn’t sure, but his eyes were like magnets, holding her gaze.

The man cleared his throat. “You need to sit down.”

“Sit down?” she echoed, confused.

“Your leg,” he said, releasing her chin and pointing to her leg where she could see a stain on her sweatpants.

“My leg?” Her brain was mush right now and she couldn’t figure out why a stain on her pants was important.

“You were shot,” he said gently.

“Shot?” Lacey shook her head in denial, she hadn’t been shot, people who were shot were in pain and she felt . . . nothing, she was numb.

“You should sit down,” he said again.

Lacey was aware of people buzzing around them but it felt like she and the handsome stranger were alone in the universe.

No second chances.

That was what Callie had told her after her life had fallen apart six months ago. Now was the time to find what she wanted in life and go for it. No holding back, no hiding in the shadows, because if she didn’t embrace the possibilities that presented themselves she might not get another chance.

Callie.

Where was Callie?

Her eyes scanned the area and settled on a body.

Callie’s body.

Her best friend was just lying there, drenched in blood.

Dead.

She was dead.

Lacey heard screams, but it took her a moment to realise they were coming from her. She tried to get to Callie, but she was picked up and carried further away.

“Those men were aiming for you,” her saviour told her as he cradled her in his arms. “Is there anyone you know who wants to hurt you?”

There was only one answer to that question.

And it chilled her to the core.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she began to shake. Her eyes sought his because that was the only thing that could steady her in this moment. “My ex-husband,” Lacey replied on a sob. Then she buried her face in the man’s shoulder and wept.

Connor didn’t see a way where this ended well.

The gun had misfired once but it wasn’t going to happen again, there were four men surrounding them, and he had to wonder why they would come back, and why they had zeroed into the woman he was currently holding in his arms.

Who was she?

And why did someone want her dead?

The man who appeared to be in charge lifted his weapon, pointed it right at the woman’s head, but before he could fire the most wonderful sound in the world filled the air.

Sirens.

Finally back up was on the way, maybe his number wasn’t up quite yet.

The four men exchanged glances, then turned and ran, jumping into a car then screeching off down the street.

It took a second for him to accept that they were still alive, he had been so sure that they were about to meet their maker.

Slowly he turned the woman around so he could see her face, she was still staring right through him, her blue eyes blank with shock. Connor gave her a shake, he needed to snap her out of the haze she was stuck in.

“Hey,” he said gently, grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger he gave her another shake.

The woman gave a slow motion blink and her eyes cleared. They looked deep into his and he felt something inside him shift. She felt it to, the woman sucked in a breath, and quickly looked away, then cautiously her gaze moved back to meet his. The tension was so thick you’d need a machete to cut it.

Pain.

Someone slammed into her and she in turn slammed into the ground.

A heavy weight pressed on top of her and it took Lacey a moment to realise that it was the man who had knocked her down still on top of her.

What was he doing?

Gunshots.

She could hear gunshots again.

Maybe the man was trying to protect her from the bullets flying about.

Footsteps.

Lacey could hear footsteps and they were coming closer.

Her brain was struggling to process what was going on but one thing was crystal clear, the people with the guns were coming towards them.

She said her prayers and prepared to die.

“Get up,” someone growled, kicking her.

The man who had knocked her down and protectively covered her body with his own, stood, dragging her up with him and supporting her weight when she would have crumpled back down to the ground.

Lacey squeezed her eyes closed, she just wanted this to be over with.

She heard the click of a hand gun, flinched as it misfired.

A momentary reprieve only because she knew the bullet was coming.

The man behind her held her tightly.

Lacey waited for death.

The scene before him was chaos. People were screaming and running about, there was broken glass, upturned tables, a car had crashed into the wall of a building partway down the block, and he saw blood.

Detective Connor Zaal stepped into the street and tried to decide where he should go first. No doubt someone, or probably multiple someones, had called 911, and other cops would be showing up on the scene within minutes, but for now he was on his own.

There was the body of a woman lying just across the street, that seemed as good a place as any to start.

Connor ran over, dropped to his knees, touching his fingertips to the woman’s neck to check for a pulse even though he could tell by all the blood that she was already gone.

When he confirmed that she was deceased he stood, his eyes falling on a woman standing just a couple of feet away. She stood out because she was the only person in the street who was standing still.

The woman looked like an angel. Long golden blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders, large blue eyes framed by long dark lashes, pale skin that looked like porcelain, and a small, lean body. She was dressed in what looked like a black leotard and pink sweatpants, and there was a dark spot on pants.

What he saw couldn’t be real.

Blood.

Had she been shot too?

Connor stood and strode to the woman. “Ma’am, are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you get shot?”

The woman just stared through him, she was clearly in shock, but they didn’t have time for that. There was no telling whether the person who had just shot up the street would return.

As though his words brought it about more gunfire erupted.

Without a second thought, Connor flung himself at the woman and knocked her to the ground, covering her body with his own and praying that back up arrived soon.