Snippet #2608866

The phone rang but there was no answer. She must have grabbed a taxi to the hotel. Emily was probably soaking in a hot bath. Ryan felt guilty but decided against leaving a message. He'd apologize in the morning. For now, he leaned back in the chair, watching Merian sleep. His heart felt light as his whole world was opening up.

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Peter could hear Emily rummaging in the back and the familiar metallic click of the gun. She handed it to him but the cuffs made it awkward. "Just... shoot at them. Aim's not a priority," he snarled, eyeing the car that followed. Every move he made, it followed. The problem with an SUV was that it was bulky. Every turn was wide and getting up to speed was difficult. The sports car could manuever through traffic with ease and turn on a dime. It would be a heartbeat before the shooter was on them.

Then suddenly, Emily shot out the window. She actually hit the car. He was impressed. However when he spotted the car flipping over on the road, he was stunned. Who the hell was she? He began to slow down, turning off the road.

"Watch out," she said and shot at the handcuffs. Peter swore as the bullet pinged off the metal and smacked against the ceiling.

"What the fuck, are you trying to kill me? And where the hell did you learn to shoot like that? Don't tell me it was beginner's luck," he barked.