Lisa Phillips - Colorado Manhunt

The man eyed him and Amy. “Or we can turn you two over to them and it’ll be done a whole lot faster.”

She didn’t like the sound of that. Nor did she like the look in his eyes. “We’re leaving.” She put all the confidence and bravery she didn’t feel in her voice. It didn’t matter what they tried. They weren’t the thing she feared.

Jeremiah was here.

She lifted her chin. “We need a car.”

“I’ll give you a ride,” one of the men suggested.

Before she could object to that—no, thank you—Noah did it first. “That’s not happening. I don’t want more collateral damage than there already has been.” He waved at the two men on the ground. Blood had pooled on the sidewalk. Were they dead?

These guys were wild cards. She wouldn’t have gone with them even if Noah had agreed to it. “Let’s go.” She put her hand on his arm.

Noah took a step back, then another. She had to move, as well. The two of them backed away from the men, Amy behind him the whole time.

When they were far enough away, Noah turned. “Come on.”

They jogged back toward the sheriff’s department vehicle. When they turned the corner and she could see it, Amy breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Noah glanced over. The look on his face was like he wanted to smile, but this wasn’t the time. True. But it was nice, even just for a second, to have that shared moment of connection.

He pulled open the driver’s door. “They busted out the radio.”

She got in on the passenger side and saw the damage. “That isn’t all they did.”

Wires hung down under the steering wheel.

Noah got in. He selected two and touched them together. Trying to hot-wire it? Whatever he was attempting to do, it didn’t work. He sat back in the chair. “We aren’t getting out of here in this.”

“What are we going to do?”

He looked at his phone. “Still no signal. I’m beginning to think someone’s blocking it deliberately.”

“Because my brother is here now, and he doesn’t want to be found?” She didn’t want to see the look in his eyes, so she watched out the front window of the small SUV.

Noah touched the back of her hand, his palm warm. She wanted to shut her eyes, but if she did that she wouldn’t be able to see danger coming.

“I’m going to keep you safe, but to do that we need to keep moving.”

She nodded and he squeezed her hand. Amy turned to him then. “Thank you for being here.”

His eyes softened. “There’s no way I’d let you do this alone.”

The words warmed her. She felt the corners of her lips curl up as she opened her mouth, ready to tell him he’d been sent here for his job.

The back window of the car shattered. A bullet hit the front window and lodged in the glass, splintering it out in every direction.

If they’d been any closer to each other…

Amy screamed.

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