Fred Fischer? Coyote Charlie? She had to get a look at his face. After leaping down the ladder, she hugged the wall as she crept to the doorway. There. Only a few yards away. He would cross in front of her in a matter of seconds. Crap! Was he coming inside? Coming for her? She leapt out of the doorway, landed with her feet spread shoulder width apart, the pepper spray clutched in both hands and trained on him. “Freeze!” The figure stopped, his arms dropping to his sides, a shapeless hulk in the dim light. Clothing rustled. Was he pulling a gun? The blood roared in her head. Her finger pressed against the trigger of the pepper spray. “I said freeze!” Thank God her voice sounded stronger than she felt. “This is as frozen as I get.” Chase Perez. She ran to him, threw her arms around his waist. His nylon jacket parted and she laid her cheek against his chest. The flannel shirt he wore underneath was soft as velvet. Her fingers slid beneath his daypack, identified the holster at the back of his belt.
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