Chapter 62
His arm stung like a bitch. But he’d live. He was just tired. Adrenaline was waning. Madison was panicking even if she wasn’t letting it show. He knew her well, after all. “Bleeding is slowing.”
“How bad is it?”
“Minor.” Hell, even if it wasn’t, he wasn’t going to tell her that until he had to. He wanted her safe first. “Turn here.”
“I know the way to Mel’s.”
She argued everything with him and probably always would. Hell, Dom adored her.
“There is a first aid kit beneath your seat. I keep it in here…since Hope.”
Dom just grunted and grabbed for it. “I think the bleeding has just about stopped. Might be glass in it, though.”
They said very little until she let out a word her mother would chastise her for. Dom looked.
Two TSP patrol cars were coming up fast behind them. He hadn’t forgotten what those trucks had looked like. And damn it—there wasn’t a TSP road officer out there he trusted now.
Especially with her.
“Take a left here,” Dom said. He saw even more. The squad cars had slowed down.
At the turn off that led to Houghton Barratt’s estate.
It was entirely possible they had already been found. And they knew enough to know Madison had connections with the Barratts. Of course they did, she’d stayed with Melody Barratt after the choir hall shooting. Gunnar and Powell had stayed there.
People knew that. And they had to have anticipated…
“What are we going to do?”
“Just keep driving. We’ll find a place to stop for the night and regroup.
We’ll get ahold of our people when we can.
” Because he strongly suspected this wasn’t just an attack on him—or her—it was a way to lure as many Major Crimes out as possible.
Now that they had so many off wounded—now would be a really damned good time to take out the rest of them.
Major Crimes was being hunted.
“Just keep driving. I…I…can do that. I am trusting you not to be lying to me right now, Dominic Vincent. Just don’t…bleed to death all over my car.”
“Just drive. We’ll just stay hidden as long as we have to.”
“We can call Jake or Murdoch or—”
“And possibly bring them right into an ambush, too. Hell, we might have just been the damned bait.”
“They’ll find your truck eventually.”
“Just drive. I’ll text them when we get out of here.”