Macy tried to ignore just how close Tanner was to her. She wished she couldn’t smell his leathery scent. She wished any other FBI agent had shown up at her door today, for that matter. But no, it had to be Tanner. Her life insisted on coming back full circle.
Addie wrapped her tiny hand around Macy’s finger, and Macy murmured in an attempt to soothe her. She whimpered then cried then tapered the sound into another whimper.
Meanwhile, Tanner spoke to Agent Williams in the front seat, their mishmash of words barely discernible to Macy as Addie continued to wail.
All Macy cared about right now was getting away and keeping this child safe.
Her gut clenched as she replayed each moment in her mind. She remembered the cold fear that had trickled inside her. The battle-heavy smell of ammunition. Each heart-pounding second that had ticked past at a painstaking pace. They were all stark reminders that death could show up at a moment’s notice.
Her day had started so normally yet had turned into this one with an edged desperation.
Addie quieted for a moment, and Macy released her breath as the city landscape blurred past. Maybe she could finally think clearly. She just needed a few minutes of quiet.
She tried to sort her thoughts, but it felt impossible. Instead, she watched the road as they turned off the highway and onto a more rural street.
Talk to Tanner. Find out what’s going on.
As she opened her mouth, she noticed him look over his shoulder. His facial muscles tightened, and the air around her changed from semirelaxed to super charged. She felt the subtle shift.
Tanner exchanged a look with Agent Williams in the rearview mirror. Williams gave a barely perceptible nod to Tanner before speeding up.
Something was going on.
“Tanner?” Her voice came out like a croak. She tried to keep calm, fearing that Addie might sense any unease and begin wailing again.
“It’s nothing to worry about.”
“What’s nothing to be worried about?” she rushed. “Are we being followed?”
The thought startled her. She glanced behind her and saw a black sedan with tinted windows there. How long had it been there? And why was the driver following so closely?
Before Tanner could answer her question, the sedan suddenly sped until it was right on their bumper. Agent Williams pressed the accelerator, and they charged down the highway, easily topping ninety miles an hour.
Macy closed her eyes and lifted a prayer. Dear Father, protect us. Protect Addie. Please. This baby doesn’t deserve this.
“Hold on!” Tanner drew his gun from his shoulder holster and looked out the back window.
Macy had hoped the danger had passed and the worst was over. This was only getting more dangerous by the moment.
Macy flung her arm over Addie’s car seat, determined to use as much of her body as possible to cover and protect the baby from whatever danger might come.
As if Addie sensed what was happening, she let out a whimper that quickly turned into a wail. Macy had been able to protect her from the danger earlier, but as peril surrounded them once again, no amounts of smiles or baby talk could reassure the child right.
Agent Williams made a sharp turn onto a side road.
There were fewer people to get hurt here, she realized. Fewer casualties if things turned ugly during this car chase.
And things were most likely going to turn ugly.
Macy wanted to glance behind her, but she couldn’t. She could hardly breathe, hardly remain calm. People always said she could keep her head in emergencies. Right now, panic was desperately trying to claw its way to the surface.
Just then, the car lurched.
The other driver had run into them. Was he trying to run them off the road?
Anger burned inside her. How could someone put a child’s life in danger like this? Why were they going to such extreme lengths?
The car swerved again, followed by the sickening sound of metal crunching into metal.
“Hold on!” Tanner yelled.
He put his window down and snaked his body through the opening until his hips rested on the door. He angled himself toward the other car and pulled out his gun.
The blood drained from Macy’s face. Tanner was going to get himself killed!
Macy prayed even more fervently and crouched down farther over Addie. She didn’t know what was going to play out over the next several minutes. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out, yet she had no choice.
A pop sounded.
Tanner had fired his gun. Her ears rang at the sound, fading to a dull hum. Addie screamed.
She glanced behind her. The car behind them turned abruptly, brakes squealing uncontrollably as the driver tried to right the vehicle.
Tanner ducked back inside.
But just as he did, there was another pop.
Their own vehicle began to veer all over the road. Their tire must have been shot out. It was the only thing that made sense.
As the car careened into a ditch, Macy was pulled forward. She closed her eyes and prayed harder than she ever had before.
* * *
Tanner gave his head a moment to right itself as the car jerked to a stop with a sickening thud. They’d crashed into the ditch and now the engine hissed, as if angry about it. Smoke escaped from the hood. Otherwise, things were strangely silent.
He glanced at Macy and Addie. Both looked dazed but fine. Addie screeched, but the sound let Tanner know that she was alive and well enough to object to the situation. That had to be a good sign.
“Are you okay?” He touched Macy’s shoulder, trying to pull her out of shock.
She flinched at his touch but nodded stiffly. “I...I think so.”
“Addie?” He needed to confirm his initial thought.
She glanced down and nodded again. “She’s as mad as a hornet, but she doesn’t appear injured.”
Tanner’s gaze shot forward. Shawn—Agent Williams—slumped over the steering wheel, and blood trickled from his forehead.
“Shawn,” he muttered, reaching forward.
The agent didn’t respond. Tanner put a hand to his neck. His pulse throbbed there. Thank God. No more injuries. Please.
Quickly, Tanner grabbed the phone from his pocket and called for backup. As he did so, he looked behind him in time to see the other driver dart from his car. Tanner had managed to shoot out his front tire, and now that car wasn’t drivable.
The bad guy would try to either escape on foot or would continue his mission of trying to hurt them from the safety of the woods.
Tanner knew that the danger was far from being over. He had to protect Addie and Macy, whatever the cost. The whole scenario went much deeper than he could have ever guessed.
He grabbed Addie’s carrier. The baby was safer in her seat than she would be without the added protection it offered.
“Come on!” he told Macy. “Use the car as a shield.”
She scrambled from the back seat and joined him outside. Tanner tugged her to the ground and pulled out his gun.
The woods across the street. That was where the other driver had run. Tanner had a feeling the man would make another grab for Addie and was simply gathering his wits right now. He had to stay a step ahead of him.
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