“Mercy could be hiding up there.” Levi started for the steep staircase. “Or it’s become the perfect hiding place for whoever trashed the apartment.”
He ran up the stairs, hoping he was wrong and it was Mercy. But Kayla had hinted at what these people could do. As far as he could tell, murder wasn’t just a threat. It was a line they wouldn’t hesitate to cross if they didn’t get what they wanted.
He stepped off the staircase and onto the attic floor. A figure lunged forward at him, swinging a knife and winging Levi’s upper arm in the process. He took a step back, knowing he had to assume that the intruder wanted to kill him. He could see it in his eyes. Hand-to-hand combat had completely different rules from a shoot-out, and he had no weapon. And while the best defense might be to run, he wasn’t going to risk Kayla’s life in the process. His only option at the moment was to subdue the intruder.
The man faced him from the center of the dusty attic that contained a few dozen boxes, mattresses and a few pieces of furniture. He was taller by a good three to four inches and at least twenty pounds heavier, giving Levi another disadvantage.
There was no time to think, only to avoid the man’s next lunge. Levi ducked to miss the move, but from the determined look on the man’s face it seemed clear he hadn’t expected them to show up. With the only option to fight or lead the intruder into a possible encounter with Kayla, Levi grabbed a small coffee table, braced it in front of himself and charged.
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