He couldn’t get the sound of gunfire out of his head. The panic in Marty’s voice. The fear clutching his heart.
He spotted the vehicles the instant he turned onto the farm-to-market road. Dugan’s cruiser sitting on the shoulder at a tilted angle. The driver’s-side door open. Hogan’s Mustang was parked behind it. The driver’s-side door open.
The world crashed to a halt around him when he spotted her lying a few feet from the vehicle. “Hogan!” he shouted. “Marty!”
The Explorer skidded to a halt ten feet from her car. Clay drew his weapon and hit the ground running. He saw cinnamon-colored hair against the parched earth. The blue of her uniform. For a horrible instant he thought she was dead, found himself looking for blood. Then she groaned and hope leapt into his heart.
“Hogan.” He slid to a stop and landed on his knees beside her. “What happened?”
“Bitch .
