No Strings Attached: A Lexi Carmichael Mystery, Book Eight - Plot & Excerpts
Elvis had a gun. “Don’t come any closer,” Elvis warned. “I’ll shoot you. I mean it.” Thankfully it was dark so he couldn’t see the way Elvis’s hand was shaking. I dropped to my knees next to Slash. My chest was so tight I couldn’t breathe. I rolled him over, bracing myself for what I expected to see except...I saw nothing. No blood, no trauma, no nothing. “Slash?” I said, patting his cheek. “Are you okay?” He tried to focus on me but his eyes rolled backward and he went limp. “Slash!” I shouted, shaking him. There was no response, but he was still breathing. I pressed my hand to his neck and felt his pulse, strong and steady. I had no idea what was going on. “Look, don’t shoot me,” the guy was saying to Elvis. “We’re the good guys. I’m with the FBI. We’re instructed to bring you in safely.
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