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No. It wasn’t his car.
Drew!She yelled in her brain, but knew it wasn’t him. Maybe it was Rossi. Or Gambino. Come to help.
To stop her.
They would cut her off at her car. She had to veer into the woods. Find a hiding spot. Watch. See if Jabal stopped.
She plunged into the tree area. Grass thinned. But saplings were thick. The sharp branches snapped at her body. Biting into her face. Stinging.
Too bad. Keep moving. Must keep moving or you will die.
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Drew shoved the car into park. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Teagan raced across the property, Jabal close behind, a long shiny sword in his hand.
“Remember to stay down,” Drew warned Vito as the car rocked to a stop, and Drew jumped out, gun in hand.
He bolted for the area where he’d seen the pair disappear into the woods. If Jabal had seen Drew’s car, he didn’t let on. He might be too intent on the hunt to notice.
Drew dove into the woods but had to slow. Too dark to see. Wouldn’t do to slam into a tree and take himself out.
Teagan needed him.
He spotted the flash of Jabal’s sword ahead and charged in that direction. He couldn’t see Teagan.
Had she fallen? Knocked herself out on a tree? Let her feet get tangled by a sapling?
Jabal suddenly skidded to a stop.
Drew slowed to keep his footfalls from giving him away. He moved swiftly but stealthily through the dark, closing the distance to Jabal. Drew was still too far away to affect an arrest without having to shoot the man.
Drew moved a few yards. Stopped. Listened. Nothing.
Had he lost Teagan too?
A twig snapped ahead.
Jabal took off running.
Drew bolted after him.
Jabal slammed into something and catapulted backward. The sword went flying.
Teagan leapt out from behind a tree. Dropped onto Jabal. A scuffle ensued.
“Stop, police,” Drew yelled.
Neither of them stopped.
Drew ran closer. “Stop, Jabal, or I’ll shoot.”
The man must’ve known Drew couldn’t get a clean shot off or he was too crazed with hunting to stop himself. He kept scrapping with Teagan.
Drew caught up to them.
By the time he did, Teagan had the man on his stomach. His arms behind his back.
Drew knelt down. Put the gun to Jabal’s head. “Stop moving.”
