Читать книгу Hazardous Holiday - Liz Johnson - Страница 3

“It’s okay,” Zach said. “It’s going to be okay.”

But his words didn’t make the hail of bullets stop.

And then he heard the sweet song of police sirens. And just like that, as quickly as they’d started, the shots ended.

He released Kristi just enough for her to look up at him, eyes wild and curls askew. She dropped her gaze to her son and cupped his cheeks in her palms. “Are you all right?”

Cody looked mildly shell-shocked but shrugged anyway. “I’m okay.”

She turned her arm, and Zach saw a red swath from her elbow to her shoulder. Grabbing her with less finesse and more fear, he said, “I thought you said you weren’t hit.”

Kristi followed his gaze to the smear of blood and frowned, looking puzzled. “It’s not me. I’m not...” Her eyes widened in alarm when she looked at his shoulder. “Oh, Zach.”

She scrambled to pull off her sweater and pressed it against his arm.

Pain seared through him like a flash of lightning. It was as if his entire arm was on fire, and he hadn’t even noticed. Only now could he feel the blood rolling down to his elbow.

But at least it was his and not hers.