Laying Down The Law. Delores Fossen

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Chapter Three

      Their situation had gone from bad to much, much worse.

      Cord wasn’t sure if he could get Karina and the paramedics out of there alive. Still, he had to try because he didn’t have many options here.

      “Stay out of the ditches,” Cord reminded them.

      Maybe their attacker had lied about putting explosives on both sides of the road, but it was too big of a risk to take. Especially since there had indeed been explosives somewhere near the ambulance. Where exactly those explosives had been placed, Cord still didn’t know, and he didn’t have time to find out if there were others.

      Cord stepped out of the ambulance. Not easily. He’d been banged up when they’d been tossed around. No broken bones, thank God, but he’d have bruises, and he was still recovering from injuries he’d gotten last month, thanks to the Moonlight Strangler. Those bruises and injuries made themselves known when he pivoted, looking for the idiot who’d done this to them.

      No sign of anyone.

      But at the moment the bomber wasn’t even his main concern. It was the thin line of fire snaking its way from the side of the road toward the ambulance. The fire line was too narrow and straight to have been spilled randomly or have leaked out from the ambulance.

      Which meant their attacker had set it.

      Probably before they’d even arrived at this point on the road.

      In addition to the smoke from the fire trail, there was white steam spewing from what was left of the ambulance engine. Normally, he wouldn’t have considered that a good thing, but he did now. Because the steam and the smoke just might conceal them enough so their attacker wouldn’t be able to gun them down when they made a run for it.

      “Stay low and move fast,” Cord told them, doubting either of the paramedics could do that last part.

      He had to keep watch, but he reached behind him, and with his left hand, he hauled out Karina. The paramedics followed after her, and once they all had their feet on the ground, Cord got them moving.

      Away from the spot where he’d last seen the man in the ski mask.

      Away from the ambulance.

      That meant jumping the ditch. Again, it wasn’t easy. Everyone was limping, hurt, struggling. But Karina and the paramedics all had a clear sense of how critical it was to put some distance between them and the fire.

      Cord sure had a clear sense of it.

      “Try to make sure the ambulance and steam hide you as much as possible,” Cord added.

      They each crossed the ditch while Cord kept watch. Still no signs of their mask guy or of Jericho. Cord figured both were out there, though. The trick would be to avoid another attack before backup arrived and not hit Jericho or one of the deputies with friendly fire.

      He braced himself for shots to come right at them. After all, their attacker was armed. But no shots came. Nor were there any sounds that the man was about to launch another attack. Just the stench of the smoking rubber tires and the gasoline.

      Cord was the last to jump the ditch, and as soon as he was on the other side, he hurried the others into a cluster of trees. Not ideal cover since someone could sneak up on them, but if the ambulance did explode, then they’d at least stand a chance of being protected from flying debris.

      “Get down on the ground,” he told them. “And stay low.”

      Again, not easy. The paramedic with the head wound tried to muffle his groans of pain, but he didn’t quiet manage it. Worse, he was still bleeding, and even though Karina was trying to add some pressure to the gash, he was losing a lot of blood.

      “The killer wants me,” Karina whispered. “If he has me, you and the paramedics might be safe.”

      Hell, no. Cord knew where this conversation was about to go, and he nipped it in the bud. “You’re not going out there. He wants us all dead. That’s why he set those explosives.”

      That was possibly true anyway. Obviously, the blast hadn’t killed them, so maybe this was all part of some sick plan to get them in the open.

      If so, it’d worked.

      They were indeed in the open with only one gun among them and a likely copycat killer ready, willing and able to do them all in.

      “Just stay down,” Cord snapped to Karina when she lifted her head. “I don’t have time to watch you and everything else.”

      Yeah, it was a jab that she probably didn’t deserve, since she’d certainly pulled her own weight getting out of the ambulance. But maybe it was enough of a jab to keep her head out of the path of a bullet.

      Or an explosion.

      Even though he’d tried to brace himself for it, the blast jolted through his body, shaking him to the core.

      The debris came bursting out from the fireball, all that was left of the ambulance. The trickle of flames had obviously made its way to the engine and heated it enough to cause the blast.

      That was probably what their attacker intended.

      A chunk of metal flew into the tree, inches from where Cord was standing, and he felt a sharp tug on the leg of his jeans. Karina pulled him to the ground next to her.

      “It won’t help us if you get yourself killed,” she warned, sounding a lot tougher than she probably felt right now.

      But she was right. Cord had to stay alive.

      The wave of smoke came at them. It was mixed with the stench of the burning rubber, and Cord had to cover his mouth to keep from coughing.

      “Y’all okay?” their attacker called out.

      Cord wished he could do something about that smug tone. Like beat the guy senseless. What Cord couldn’t do was answer him. It was possible the question was meant to help the fool pinpoint their location.

      “Because I’d hate to think I gave any of you more boo-boos,” the man added. Then, he laughed. He was still somewhere on the other side of the road.

      That was the good news.

      It meant he wasn’t sneaking up behind them.

      But he could have hired guns. And probably did. It would have been hard for him to pull this off by himself unless he’d set the explosives before attacking Karina, and those hired guns could be anywhere.

      “What? Cats got your tongues?” the man asked.

      His taunts made Cord’s blood run cold. And made his temper run hot.

      “Being quiet won’t help,” he taunted. “I’ll find you.”

      “His voice,” Karina whispered.

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