backed up instead of pulling on Shelley. Her arms scraped against the outside wall, but she made slow progress toward safety.
“Tell him where to find the diamonds,” Gavin said softly. “Once I get you to the ledge and get your feet under you so you can help, it’ll only take a second to get you over the wall.”
“What if he starts shooting after I tell him?” she asked softly.
“How can he tell you aren’t lying?” He jutted his chin toward the street. “Besides, the police just pulled up. They don’t have much time to find the diamonds and get out of here.”
Hope filled Shelley with that news. Perhaps they would get out of here alive. At least they had a chance.
She tilted her head and hollered, “Did you even think to search my suitcase? You’re still an idiot. Why does Paul keep you on the payroll?”
“Shelley!” Gavin shook his head and heaved backward again.
Though she knew he worried about her angering Stephen, that was the one way to make sure he wouldn’t kill them before searching for the diamonds. He’d made a lot of mistakes since Paul hired him to work for S.A.T.O. Reminding him of that fact could buy extra time for Gavin to get them inside.
Stephen continued staring at her without moving, seeming torn about what to do. He probably thought she was lying—she wished she was.
“The cops are here, prick,” she called. “Tick tock. Your time’s running out. Better see if that’s really where I put the diamonds.”
Stephen’s head disappeared at the same time as Gavin gave one last heave and scooted the rest of his body inside the garage.
Shelley found purchase on the new ledge, her bare foot gripping the narrow strip more easily than her other one. She wrapped her arms around Gavin’s neck, clinging to him for balance and comfort. They weren’t safe yet, but their chances looked a lot better than they had a few moments ago.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Told you to trust me.”
Suddenly, a few inches away from her, a chunk of cement flew off the wall. Shelley looked up to see Terrance above her, taking aim again. The silencer attached to the end of his gun would keep the police from understanding what was going on up here, even if they could get through whatever barricade the rogue agents put in place. “Where are they, bitch? Give us the diamonds!”
Terrance must be dumber than she thought if he couldn’t find them. She hadn’t done much to hide the jewels. His IQ didn’t matter, however. He knew how to fire a weapon. She looked at Gavin as Terrance aimed his weapon again. “Pull me in!”
Gavin heaved while Shelley scrambled along the wall, though she was unable to gain any footing.
Terrance’s second shot clipped the edge of the wall above their heads. He was finding the range. His next shot wouldn’t miss.
Chapter Seven
Gavin took a deep breath, trying not to panic. Shelley’s fingernails raked across his neck in her frantic attempt to climb inside, and her panicky movements were throwing them both off balance.
“You have to calm down, Shell.”
“Tell me that once a bullet goes through your head,” she snapped.
Shuddering, Gavin remembered all too well what that looked like as an image of Sierra Valentine flashed through his mind. Another pellet-gun type of sound came from above and pieces of cement rained down on them.
“He won’t miss again.” Tears swam in Shelley’s beautiful blue eyes. “You have to get out of the line of fire, Gavin.”
Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “Screw that. I’m not leaving you!” Gavin heaved again, pulling beneath her armpits with all his might. Realizing it would take too much time to pull her inside, there was only one thing they could do in an attempt to avoid Terrance’s next bullet. “We have to move. It might screw up his aim.”
She nodded. “It’s worth a try.”
Gavin headed right, knowing he couldn’t go far before running out of rope. As it stood, though, he was wedged
“Tell him where to find the diamonds,” Gavin said softly. “Once I get you to the ledge and get your feet under you so you can help, it’ll only take a second to get you over the wall.”
“What if he starts shooting after I tell him?” she asked softly.
“How can he tell you aren’t lying?” He jutted his chin toward the street. “Besides, the police just pulled up. They don’t have much time to find the diamonds and get out of here.”
Hope filled Shelley with that news. Perhaps they would get out of here alive. At least they had a chance.
She tilted her head and hollered, “Did you even think to search my suitcase? You’re still an idiot. Why does Paul keep you on the payroll?”
“Shelley!” Gavin shook his head and heaved backward again.
Though she knew he worried about her angering Stephen, that was the one way to make sure he wouldn’t kill them before searching for the diamonds. He’d made a lot of mistakes since Paul hired him to work for S.A.T.O. Reminding him of that fact could buy extra time for Gavin to get them inside.
Stephen continued staring at her without moving, seeming torn about what to do. He probably thought she was lying—she wished she was.
“The cops are here, prick,” she called. “Tick tock. Your time’s running out. Better see if that’s really where I put the diamonds.”
Stephen’s head disappeared at the same time as Gavin gave one last heave and scooted the rest of his body inside the garage.
Shelley found purchase on the new ledge, her bare foot gripping the narrow strip more easily than her other one. She wrapped her arms around Gavin’s neck, clinging to him for balance and comfort. They weren’t safe yet, but their chances looked a lot better than they had a few moments ago.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Told you to trust me.”
Suddenly, a few inches away from her, a chunk of cement flew off the wall. Shelley looked up to see Terrance above her, taking aim again. The silencer attached to the end of his gun would keep the police from understanding what was going on up here, even if they could get through whatever barricade the rogue agents put in place. “Where are they, bitch? Give us the diamonds!”
Terrance must be dumber than she thought if he couldn’t find them. She hadn’t done much to hide the jewels. His IQ didn’t matter, however. He knew how to fire a weapon. She looked at Gavin as Terrance aimed his weapon again. “Pull me in!”
Gavin heaved while Shelley scrambled along the wall, though she was unable to gain any footing.
Terrance’s second shot clipped the edge of the wall above their heads. He was finding the range. His next shot wouldn’t miss.
Chapter Seven
Gavin took a deep breath, trying not to panic. Shelley’s fingernails raked across his neck in her frantic attempt to climb inside, and her panicky movements were throwing them both off balance.
“You have to calm down, Shell.”
“Tell me that once a bullet goes through your head,” she snapped.
Shuddering, Gavin remembered all too well what that looked like as an image of Sierra Valentine flashed through his mind. Another pellet-gun type of sound came from above and pieces of cement rained down on them.
“He won’t miss again.” Tears swam in Shelley’s beautiful blue eyes. “You have to get out of the line of fire, Gavin.”
Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “Screw that. I’m not leaving you!” Gavin heaved again, pulling beneath her armpits with all his might. Realizing it would take too much time to pull her inside, there was only one thing they could do in an attempt to avoid Terrance’s next bullet. “We have to move. It might screw up his aim.”
She nodded. “It’s worth a try.”
Gavin headed right, knowing he couldn’t go far before running out of rope. As it stood, though, he was wedged
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