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.“Because she doesn’t want to be seen.Isn’t that obvious? You leave and she’ll comeback and we’ll continue where we left off.”Sawblade chuckled.“Or I can stay and we have a threesome.”Jacob answered, but his voice was muffled as the newcomer stepped into the roomshe’d left only moments ago.Okay, now was the time to move!Crouching, with tazer gun in one hand and the car card in the other, she ran thetwenty feet to Jacob’s vehicle.Inserting the card into the slot, she breathed a sigh ofrelief as the door clicked open.She was about to get in when a man’s shout slammed through the air.She didn’tdare stop.She dropped into the driver’s seat, slammed the door shut, locked it, slid thecard into the ignition and the car purred to life.Before she could put it into drive, white sparks exploded off the front window mereinches from her face, momentarily blinding her.Hannah clamped down the urge to scream and slumped low in the bucket seat.“Get the hell out of here, Hannah!” Jacob yelled as he began firing at the Hitman.Sawblade spun around, crouched and returned fire.Then he turned and began firing ather.She screamed as an array of white laser rays sparked off the plastic windshield,leaving giant lashes of black crisscrossing over the damaged windows.Dammit! She had to get out of here and fast.Slamming her foot onto the accelerator, she felt herself lurch as the car ploughedbackward a few feet before she quickly whipped the car into drive.In front of her, Jacob69Jan Springerhad taken cover behind the Hitman’s parked car and both men were firing at eachother.Hannah’s heart lodged in her throat when she spotted a dark patch on Jacob’supper left thigh.Oh my God! He’s been hit!Panic edged her into making a swift decision.Turning the car into the parking spotbeside Jacob, she flung open the passenger door.“Go! Get the fuck out of—” Bursts cut off the rest of what he was saying andHannah screamed as another array of white sparks zipped off one of the back sidewindows.Jacob returned fire on Sawblade.“Move!” she screamed at him, her gut twisting with anxiety when he popped off acouple more shots before gazing over at her again.Realizing she was still here, he swore violently and snapped a few more laser shotsin rapid fire.She heard Sawblade cry out and drop to the ground.He was still.Thankfully Jacob dove in.Within a split second she had the car in reverse yet again and flew out of theparking lot.Hannah screamed and Jacob cursed as a wild array of white sparksshrieked off the back window, leaving a crisscross of black lashes.A quick glance into the rearview mirror showed the Hitman lying on his back, gunin hand, firing erratically as he watched them leave.She watched as the Hitman struggled into a standing position.“He’s coming after us,” she cried out.Adrenalin roared through her.The Hitman stumbled toward his car.“He’s coming!” she shrieked.70Claiming Hannah“He’s not,” Jacob said through deep gasps.His voice was way too casual under thecircumstances.Sickness clawed at her belly as she spied the Hitman place his hands on the trunk ofhis car to steady himself.Suddenly he let go of the trunk and dropped to his knees.Hetried clawing at the bumper to keep himself erect but then in slow motion he crumpledto the pavement.He was still.“He’s dead,” Jacob whispered.“How would you know? He may just be wounded,” she said, flipping her eyesbetween the rearview mirror and the road ahead.“I hit him in the heart.He was shooting and walking on sheer adrenaline.He won’tbe coming after us.But the rest of the Hit Association will be.Probably sooner ratherthan later.We need to ditch this vehicle and do it really soon.”“You mentioned a tracker.Is there any way I can disconnect it?”“Not unless you have a bomb.The tracker is encased in a tamper-proof material.Many have tried to disconnect it and failed.”“How about your leg? Do you think you can walk on it?”“Just slow the car down and I’ll jump.”She swore and quickly flipped on the lock to his side of the vehicle, making sure hecouldn’t follow through on his threat.Shit.Was the man suicidal or what?He’d taken her to a motel instead of killing her.He’d killed a Hitman for her.Nowhe was threatening to jump out of the vehicle so she could escape more easily.“I’ll stop a few miles up ahead and check on your wound.Then we’ll decide whatto do
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