Читать книгу Fugitive Pursuit - Christa Sinclair - Страница 8

Two uniformed men with weapons rushed toward Jamie and Zack.

“Hey, that woman’s wanted!” the store clerk hollered.

Jamie turned back to the building. “How does she know who I am?”

“She must’ve seen your picture somewhere.” Out of the corner of his eye, Zack caught sight of the men approaching the door out of the mail center.

“My picture? What about yours?”

“You’re the fugitive.”

Right. Her case. His job. Somewhere along the lines he’d shifted further into caring for the victim. Woman. Criminal.

“Stop right there!” One mall cop stayed with the clerk and spoke into his radio.

The other closed the distance between them at an alarming rate. “We said wait.” The guy grabbed Jamie’s injured arm.

“Ow!” She doubled over.

Zack’s gut clenched with her cry. “Let her go.” He slammed a jab into the other man’s jaw, then another punch to his stomach. While the man stumbled back a few steps, the other guard charged through the doorway.

Zack grabbed Jamie’s hand. “Come on!”