word against your dead one.”
Double damn. Our word ? Was he in on this scam with someone else? She pretended to look at the document as her hand slid closer to the ice cream scoop. Yes, the paper had a line for a witness’ signature. Maybe he paid someone to sign as if they’d been present? She had to do something. Where was Jarred or Deputy Wells? Were they afraid to come out thinking that the guy might fire accidently if startled? At least Michael had left. She didn’t want him getting hurt or worse, witnessing her dying.
He glanced around as if ensuring no one was around. Somehow she knew he was going to pull the trigger. Every second he delayed was the chance of someone coming into the shop. He turned back to her, a sneer on his face.
“Farewell, Lily.”
“Wait.” She took a side step, hoping he’d believe she was moving closer to the form rather than the metal ice cream scoop. “The cops will be here any minute.” In fact, they were feet away.
He laughed. “Why? Do you have secret alarm button?”
“No, something even better.” Think Lily, think . What could she say that would throw him off? The image of her mom slapping him floated before her. “We’ve security cameras. Installed them last month.”
“Where?” He glanced up, nervously.
“There’re made to look like sprinklers. The company’s new, so they took a while to find the footage of my mom’s murder.”
“You lie.”
“So what did you say to my mom that made her slap you?” He’d have to believe her lie about the cameras now. No way would he understand that she had seen what had happened in a vision.
He snarled and dove over the counter for her. With all her might, she snatched the ice cream scooper and sent it flying, straight for his hand. He howled, but the gun exploded. The bullet slammed into her side and knocked her backwards.
Behind her, she thought a large dog growled. She hit the tile hard, the force of it knocking the breath out of her. Her side ached like someone had played golf with a sledgehammer and her body was the ball.
Davis rose, clutching his hand, his face red. “Stupid bitch!”
The gun had slid several feet from them. If she didn’t get it, he’d finish what he’d started and kill her. She forced her body to rise. Damn, her ribs burned from the movement. Had she fractured them? Terror raked through her. Where the hell was Jarred or Wells?
“Help me!” she shouted. She didn’t care if the deputies had enough evidence now or not. Her life was on the line and this guy was trying to kill her.
Before she stood, Davis grabbed the gun and was turning toward her.
“Drop it!” Jarred yelled coming from the supply room.
Blood was smeared across his white dress shirt and there were bloody wounds down his arms. What the hell happened to him?
“Might want to check with your supervisor, Wells, on that one.” Davis smiled.
What was he talking about? Lily glanced back to Jarred.
“I already have.” He nudged with his gun, pointed at Davis. “Now drop it. I won’t ask a third time.”
Davis paled, then Michael came out from the supply room, his hair disheveled and blood coating the side of his mouth.
“What the hell is going on?” She glanced from Michael to Jarred and back again, but they ignored her, keeping their attention on Davis. In order to keep from falling, she held onto the counter, her legs liquefying. God, she’d almost died. Right here. Right where her mom had been killed.
“There are no security cameras. Wells would have told me and taken care of them.” Davis narrowed his eyes at Lily as if debating going ahead and shooting her anyway, no matter the consequences. “How did you know she slapped me?”
Lily crossed her arms over her stomach, the movement sending a sharp pain to her side where the bullet had hit the vest and bruised her. No way would she tell him about her dreams and visions, they’d lock her up in a padded room. “Easy. You’re so obnoxious and my mom was
Double damn. Our word ? Was he in on this scam with someone else? She pretended to look at the document as her hand slid closer to the ice cream scoop. Yes, the paper had a line for a witness’ signature. Maybe he paid someone to sign as if they’d been present? She had to do something. Where was Jarred or Deputy Wells? Were they afraid to come out thinking that the guy might fire accidently if startled? At least Michael had left. She didn’t want him getting hurt or worse, witnessing her dying.
He glanced around as if ensuring no one was around. Somehow she knew he was going to pull the trigger. Every second he delayed was the chance of someone coming into the shop. He turned back to her, a sneer on his face.
“Farewell, Lily.”
“Wait.” She took a side step, hoping he’d believe she was moving closer to the form rather than the metal ice cream scoop. “The cops will be here any minute.” In fact, they were feet away.
He laughed. “Why? Do you have secret alarm button?”
“No, something even better.” Think Lily, think . What could she say that would throw him off? The image of her mom slapping him floated before her. “We’ve security cameras. Installed them last month.”
“Where?” He glanced up, nervously.
“There’re made to look like sprinklers. The company’s new, so they took a while to find the footage of my mom’s murder.”
“You lie.”
“So what did you say to my mom that made her slap you?” He’d have to believe her lie about the cameras now. No way would he understand that she had seen what had happened in a vision.
He snarled and dove over the counter for her. With all her might, she snatched the ice cream scooper and sent it flying, straight for his hand. He howled, but the gun exploded. The bullet slammed into her side and knocked her backwards.
Behind her, she thought a large dog growled. She hit the tile hard, the force of it knocking the breath out of her. Her side ached like someone had played golf with a sledgehammer and her body was the ball.
Davis rose, clutching his hand, his face red. “Stupid bitch!”
The gun had slid several feet from them. If she didn’t get it, he’d finish what he’d started and kill her. She forced her body to rise. Damn, her ribs burned from the movement. Had she fractured them? Terror raked through her. Where the hell was Jarred or Wells?
“Help me!” she shouted. She didn’t care if the deputies had enough evidence now or not. Her life was on the line and this guy was trying to kill her.
Before she stood, Davis grabbed the gun and was turning toward her.
“Drop it!” Jarred yelled coming from the supply room.
Blood was smeared across his white dress shirt and there were bloody wounds down his arms. What the hell happened to him?
“Might want to check with your supervisor, Wells, on that one.” Davis smiled.
What was he talking about? Lily glanced back to Jarred.
“I already have.” He nudged with his gun, pointed at Davis. “Now drop it. I won’t ask a third time.”
Davis paled, then Michael came out from the supply room, his hair disheveled and blood coating the side of his mouth.
“What the hell is going on?” She glanced from Michael to Jarred and back again, but they ignored her, keeping their attention on Davis. In order to keep from falling, she held onto the counter, her legs liquefying. God, she’d almost died. Right here. Right where her mom had been killed.
“There are no security cameras. Wells would have told me and taken care of them.” Davis narrowed his eyes at Lily as if debating going ahead and shooting her anyway, no matter the consequences. “How did you know she slapped me?”
Lily crossed her arms over her stomach, the movement sending a sharp pain to her side where the bullet had hit the vest and bruised her. No way would she tell him about her dreams and visions, they’d lock her up in a padded room. “Easy. You’re so obnoxious and my mom was
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