Chapter 18
I tried to go faster, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. Neither would my lungs. They were already burning and I was puffing hard. The bikie reached my car and grabbed the door handle. The windscreen was fogged up and I couldn’t see Andre in the passenger seat. The bikie pulled at the door handle several times, then thumped the roof of the Benz in fury and started running again.
Too late. Connor reached him and sent him crashing to the ground with a flying tackle. I stopped and bent over, heaving and gasping. Maybe I should start going to the gym. Nah.
By the time I reached my car, Connor had the guy in cuffs and was still kneeling on him to keep him from trying to get up again. ‘Stay down!’ he shouted.
My arrival gave him a start, and he jerked around, probably thinking I was
