CHAPTER 46
Amazement tingled through Steadman as he stared up at Frost. The surprises were coming thick and fast. He was still wrapping his head around the idea that Dart Rosedale was the man he’d taken into custody, and he couldn’t be more glad to see his deputy, his partner, arriving on the scene to share in the moment.
He took in a breath, preparing to shout up a response, but the look of horror that dropped over Frost’s face in that moment—eyes going wide, mouth opening with the beginnings of a scream—telegraphed an urgent warning. Steadman swung around, the Remington raised, but before he could level it and fire, he felt it buck to the side, driven by a kick from Dart’s solid boot.
He saw the wicked-looking blade in Dart’s hand move toward him, and was grateful the kick had thrown
