Chapter Twenty-Three
Cash’s vision spotted. What in the everloving f**k was a guy with a camera doing talking to Kate? More importantly, why did she look terrified? He rushed the guy, taking him down in a tackle that would make a linebacker proud, rolling as he landed, then hopping to his feet, ready to go again.
“What the f**k, man?” the man sputtered, sitting up.
“Don’t move, or I’ll break your face,” Cash ordered.
The man’s camera lay at his feet, and he picked it up, searching for the memory card. Popping it out, he pocketed it. He’d destroy it later. Right now, he wanted to get this scumbag as far away from Kate as possible. Dropping the camera, he crushed it with his boot heel, just in case there was additional memory in the device.
“Hey! That’s a five-thousand-dollar camera. Yo
