Way of the Shadows. Cynthia Eden

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      A fatal one.

      The senator hesitated. “Just...don’t leave obvious wounds on their bodies.”

      “Don’t worry, there won’t be any bodies to find.”

      The words should have chilled Lawrence, but he’d lost his conscience long ago. The first time he’d seen a kill, his life had changed.

      And the blood had stained his hands ever since.

      * * *

      THEY’D BEEN DRIVING for about twenty minutes when the bright flash of headlights illuminated their rental vehicle. Thomas narrowed his eyes as he glanced in the rearview mirror. He could hear the growl of a fast-approaching vehicle behind him.

      Even as the snow continued to fall in heavier waves.

      “Where’d he come from?” Noelle asked as she turned in her seat to glance back.

      Thomas’s hands tightened around the wheel. Adrenaline spiked in his blood as the other vehicle’s engine growled again and seemed to come even closer.

      “What is he doing?” Alarm sharpened Noelle’s voice. “Maybe we should slow down, in case he wants to pass.”

      The road was narrow and surrounded by trees. Up ahead, an old bridge crossed over what looked like an ice-filled lake.

      “We’re not slowing down,” Thomas said because his instincts were screaming at him. A dark road. A driver who was—

      The other vehicle slammed into the back of Thomas’s SUV. The impact was jarring, and he had to fight to keep the SUV from swerving off the road. “Hold on,” he growled to Noelle. “Just hold—”

      The other driver came at them again, hitting even harder this time. The SUV’s wheels slipped on the icy road as the bridge loomed before them.

      “It’s a truck,” Noelle gasped out. “I can see its outline. It’s big and—”

      It hit them again. Noelle’s words ended in a scream because the SUV flew across the slick road. They were heading for the bridge. The SUV started to spin as the tires slid right over the ice.

      “Thomas!”

      The SUV slammed into the side of the bridge. The impact was on Noelle’s side, and Thomas’s gaze immediately jerked toward her as fear clawed through him.

      Her hair had fallen over her face, and the echo of her scream seemed to shudder through his whole body. “Noelle?”

      Thomas could hear the other vehicle’s motor growling again. The SOB was going to come at him again. And if the truck hit them, they could easily plunge into the frigid water.

      They had to get out of there, fast. “Come on, baby,” he said, the endearment sliding from his mouth without thought because it was her. “We have to move.”

      The bright headlights were on them again. Coming fast, too fast.

      Noelle’s head lifted. She blinked at him. “Thomas?”

      He yanked her free from the seat belt. He was already out of his, too. He shoved open his door.

      The vehicle slammed right into Thomas’s open door. Metal crunched, groaned—and the door ripped away as the truck drove their SUV harder into the side of the bridge and its old railing.

      “Climb out the back!” Thomas yelled. “Hurry!” He pushed her into the rear seat. He had his weapon in his hands, and he turned back, aiming toward the other driver.

      Who are you? What in the hell is happening?

      His bullets blasted through the other vehicle’s windshield. The truck stopped its advance. Noelle had made it into the backseat. She forced open the rear door, and Thomas followed her, barely fitting in the small escape space because the vehicle was wedged so closely to the railing.

      He’d just cleared the vehicle when—

      The truck hit them again. Only this time, the railing broke. Glass shattered. Metal crunched. And the wooden barrier splintered.

      Thomas grabbed tightly to Noelle, and he lunged forward with her, hurtling them toward the woods near the edge of the bridge. They hit the snow and rolled down the ravine, tumbling again and again as they flew toward the bottom.

      The SUV crashed into the frozen lake, sending chunks of ice into the air.

      Thomas and Noelle finally stopped. They were about two feet away from that lake. Noelle was on top of him, and he quickly reversed their positions, holding her tightly. He could hear the growl of the other vehicle’s engine, and then...

      “He’s leaving,” Noelle whispered.

      Yes, he was. Because he thought he’d gotten his prey?

      The engine’s snarl grew softer as the truck drove away.

      The snow kept falling.

      Noelle pushed against his shoulders. Thomas rose slowly, and he pulled Noelle to her feet. Their SUV was partially submerged and sinking fast. Damn it.

      “Are you all right?” Thomas asked her as his eyes swept over her. He didn’t see any injuries, but he wanted to be sure she was all right.

      “He just tried to kill us!” She sounded incredulous.

      She was also shaking.

      Because it was cold out there. He shouldered out of his coat and pushed it toward her. When she tried to refuse, Thomas just wrapped it around her shoulders. “Senior agent,” he snapped at her, still remembering the flash of fear he’d felt in the SUV. “That means you do what I say. Right now, I’m saying...take my coat.”

      She pulled the coat closer. Thomas yanked out his phone. They’d rolled a good twenty feet from the road. A heavy darkness was already sweeping over the area. He lifted the phone—and realized it had been smashed to hell and back during the tumble.

      “Tell me your phone’s working,” he said.

      “I...I think it’s in the SUV.”

      Hell.

      The temperature was too low. It was getting too dark. No one was going to see them down there, and if anyone did happen to come along that lonely stretch of road again, it could very well be the same jerk who’d just tried to kill them.

      Noelle started to climb back up toward the road. He caught her arm, stopping her. “Was your gun in the vehicle, too?” Thomas demanded.

      She gave a grim nod. “Yours?” Noelle asked softly.

      “You know I don’t need a gun to kill.” She was still shivering. They had to get to safety, fast. “But I’ve got the weapon.”

      “Stay to the shadows as much as possible,” Thomas told her, keeping his voice quiet, too. In this area, any noise would carry easily. “He СКАЧАТЬ