CHAPTER 25
Maddie stared at the blood dripping onto the floor of the boat. Black spots crowded at the edge of her vision. With all she’d endured over the last twenty-four hours, she held onto a stubborn pride that she hadn’t fainted or become hysterical. But this last assault, hearing all those bits of metal pinging at high speed all around her, seeing them open up holes in all they hit—it was too much.
She blinked her eyes and clenched her fists, determined not to collapse. The man who’d been hit dropped the shotgun and clapped a hand over the wound in his arm. She saw blood pool up and spill over between his fingers.
“Get us out of range, Frost!” he shouted to the other man.
Both wore uniforms, so she knew they were some kind of police and that made her feel so much better. A sob wor
