Page 1 of Stryker

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Kat

He was going to be pissed.

My feet sped up on the cracked concrete. Here and there moss crept over the sidewalk and edged in toward the path, and in an occasional spot, grass poked up between jack-o-lantern grins in the pavement.

A pretty girl walked past me, her head held high, and her hair flowing in ribbons down her back.

“Hi,” she said softly.

I nodded. Her big blue eyes left mine, and I wondered if she was a model; she was that dang pretty. I’d never seen her before on my way home.

On my way home—late. Crap.

It wasn’t my fault I’d be getting home late. I’d been offered an extra half an hour at the restaurant I worked in as a waitress. It meant I had to rush home and change to head to work at the bar I worked in five nights a week. But I’d do it with a smile on my face because we needed the extra cash badly.

Not that I could tell my father that—I couldn’t tell him anything. Not that I was a grown-ass woman that shouldn’t have to check in with him, not that I worked two jobs and was more responsible an adult than he was, not that I was disappointed in his destructive habits.

He wasn’t a bad guy, my dad. Just a lost soul that needed my support, not my criticism. How long could I keep up this breakneck pace? I worked from ten in the morning to six in the evening waitressing, then got home, took an hour before zipping to the bar to work eight at night to two in the morning. I’d go home, sleep like the dead until my alarm went off in the morning and then repeat. I didn’t have time to breathe much less have friends or even a boyfriend.

The wind kicked up and cut right through my worn sweater. I hugged myself tightly, struggling to hold on to every last bit of heat I possessed.

I’d get through this. I wasn’t sure how, but I’d managed so far.

I turned off the sidewalk and hopped off the curb to take the same alleyway I’d taken every day for the last three years. Sheesh, I’d been locked in this dead-end job for three damn years. Crap; that meant my twenty-fifth birthday was coming up. I’d be working right through it—happy birthday to me.

Not that I minded. I’d rather be working than at home. At home, I had to face my father. I had to struggle to get my mother to eat. I’d have to clean her room, dust it all out, open the windows and let the sunlight in. My mother had shut herself in three years ago and refused to leave her room since. Her depression had always been poorly managed, but now... now it was out of control. And even though I’d taken to working two jobs, I was still losing ground on paying the mortgage. What would she do if we were forced to leave?

Forcing the troubling thoughts out of my head, I tilted my head back and stared up into the blue skies. Grey clouds threatened rain, and I smiled. I loved the rain. The Pacific Northwest’s legendary thunderstorms and rain were about the only damn thing in my life that brought me joy. How pathetic am I?

With a snort, I scurried behind a bright red building. The spicy bite of Thai food filled the air and somewhere on the other side of a propped open door; someone shouted something I didn’t understand.

I moved past, slipping behind the church. The wide-open parking lot didn’t even have one car, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Getting through this alley on Sunday was dang near impossible. Something to my right clattered loudly, and I jolted, jumping to the side and flashing a startled glance at a random calico cat that had knocked over a metal rack next to a dumpster.

“Hey, pretty kitty.” The words popped out of me, fueled by my need to cover how afraid I’d been of a cat.

The alley closed in as the church building took up one side and an old, abandoned warehouse stood on the other. Chilly shadows ate me whole, and I glanced over my shoulder as something prickled at the back of my neck. I’d walked this path a million times, but something didn’t feel right today.

That cat must have really messed me up.

“Kat Hudson!”

I winced, spinning to face the dark sedan tucked almost out of sight in the bay of the old warehouse. Three men stepped out of the bay in a loose triangular formation like something out of a bad action movie.

That tingling sense of fear kicked up a notch, and I stopped dead in my tracks as they blocked my exit. Terror backed up my throat, and I swallowed something bitter and thick that stuck and blazed like fire in my throat.

The man in front looked like a bouncer from the toughest biker bar in town. He stood so imposing and big that he could block out the sun if he tried. The guys on either side of him a few steps behind weren’t any smaller.

Without taking another second to assess the situation, I turned and bolted back the way I came. My heart jackhammered in my chest as my feet flew over the dark ground. Three more guys stepped around the corner, and I slid to a halt.

I spun around, staring down the guys behind me. Every nerve in my body was on fire. Icy hot fear prickled up and down my arms and stabbed at my chest.

“Stop running.” The first guy walked up as the group circled around me in a ring of danger. He walked right up to me and eyed me as he walked around me like he was checking a bit of meat. “Kat Hudson.”

“Sorry, no idea who that is.” My heart threatened to beat right out of my chest as I lied to the thug.

He flashed a truly terrifying grin at me and chuckled. “Your old man said you’re clever.”

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