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CHAPTER 7

Tess blinked away moisture and lined up her shot. If Flynn had died, she’d damn well ensure it wasn’t for nothing. When her story went to air, his sacrifice would help save hundreds of thousands of lives. That would mean something to him, even if he’d deny it.

Oh God, she really didn’t want him to be dead. The second guy glanced at Psycho and returned focus to the scrub, shouting and pointing—right at her. Her nape crawled. If this worked, she could steal the truck. And go where? It was Flynn who was good at winging it. The only things she could improvise were words, and she didn’t always nail the first take.

Hanging back in the shadows, Psycho looked more intimidating than ever. He strode up to the second guy, who was raising his rifle her way.

One burst, right to left—the gunman first, then Psycho. No second takes. She nestled her finger on the trigger and tensed, bracing for the kickback. Now.

A flash of movement, and both men dropped. What the hell? Psycho had tackled the other guy and they were wrestling. Psycho raised his handgun and crunched the butt into his friend’s forehead. The impact rippled through him, and he crumpled, still. Psycho ripped away the rifle and tossed it. He flipped the guy over and forced his arms behind his back. What now? Should she still shoot?