She had never been more terrified.
Her bedside clock told her it was four a.m. She’d tossed and turned all night, not a wink of sleep. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. What nightmares would greet her if her brain switched off a moment too long?
Murder. She had murder on her mind. That policeman had been targeted. Assassinated. That meant…
A plume of flame blinded her, bullet exploding from the gun, knocking her over into numb blackness.
A plume of flame blinded her, bullet exploding from the gun, knocking her over into numb blackness.They were coming for her.
Wiping her forehead, she stilled her gasps and looked over to the phone. Considered calling the police. How could she even begin to explain what she knew? The risks far outweighed the benefits. She trusted no-one.
Had anyone
