Stunned, I was barely aware when Logan"s body crashed into mine. My shoulder dislocated once more, and something sharp opened a gash on my forehead. Logan jerked when a tranquilizer dart hit him, and his body relaxed against mine. Running footsteps closed in on us, and my mind cleared.
“Don"t shoot!” I shouted, opening both my hands for them to see. “Please don"t shoot.”
Someone opened the driver"s door the same time the passenger door was yanked open.
“Out,” a guard barked at me, the barrel of his tranquilizer g*n pointed at my middle.
Slowly, aware that he"d shoot me if I made any sudden move, I pulled myself free from Logan"s prone body.
Kincaid reached in, undid Logan"s seat belt, pulled him out of the car. I stood slowly in front of the other guard and waited for his next command
