CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Alexa cursed and sprinted after him, Stuart by her side.
“U.S. Marshal! FBI! Stop and get on the ground!” she shouted.
That only made him speed up.
Trying to catch a man ten years younger who had every reason to not get caught would leave most people in the dust. Not Alexa and Stuart. Law enforcement training involved a lot of things, and one of the most important was physical fitness, especially running. Alexa couldn’t count the number of times she’d run down a suspect like a coyote runs down a jackrabbit.
Stuart probably couldn’t either. Plus, his years in college football certainly helped his speed. Alexa struggled to stay at his side as he sprinted down the street.
He began to pull ahead, and while that poked at Alexa’s ego, she forgave him when he performed a sp
