Page 85 of Ice Cold Liar

His head swung toward her.

She bent and put her head against his.“Too dangerous,” she whispered.“I love you, and I need you to stay here, in this garage.Understand?”She lifted her head.The light from the Impala’s interior poured onto Henry.

He blinked up at her.Those sweet, trusting eyes.

“Stay here,” she ordered again.“I’ll be okay.”

Then she got in the car.Put the gun in the passenger seat.Cranked the engine.

And drove.

His goal wasn’tto kill.Not unless he had to do so.Eb already had enough blood on his hands, and he generally tended to avoid killing unless it was the only solution.

Wounding and incapacitating his prey?That worked for now.

He’d taken out three men.The first had been the idiot he’d knocked off the bike.

Two attackers had fired at him.Both dumbasses had missed because they couldn’t aim and ride their bikes at the same time.One had crashed on his own.Putting him out of commission had been easy after that because he’d barely been able to stand.

Eb had fired at the other one’s front tire.Sent him hurtling into the sky.Then the ground.

He was pretty sure Hunter had taken out about two guys, as well.Not that he was counting, but if hehadbeen counting…

I’m winning.

Motorcycles howled around him.

“Eb!”Hunter shouted.A warning cry.

Like he needed the warning.He could hear the snarls and knew they’d all decided he was the main target.The bikes were coming at him but so was the big, wannabe boss.Swinging one of the gasoline containers right at Eb’s face.

Eb dodged.Turned out, it was easier than one might expect because a gasoline container made for a bulky-ass weapon.When the slugger came at him again, Eb caught the base of the container and shoved back.The tattooed, pierced attacker gave a shriek and let go.He also fell on his ass.

Eb had a gun aimed on the bastard two seconds later.“You’re gonna keep your ass right there,” he ordered.“And you’re going to tell me how the hell you found us!”

“You killed Ivan!”And the big bruiser ignored the gun and leapt at Eb.

Sonofabitch, the man packed quite a tackle.Since Eb knew the dead couldn’t give good, quality answers, he didn’t shoot.He went down beneath the big guy, kept the gun gripped with his right hand, and when the slugger pulled back to hit him, Eb reached up and ripped the piercing right out of the man’s nose.

Blood flew.The guy screeched in pain and lurched upward.

And Eb took the opportunity to put his gun to the guy’s chest.“I repeat, how did you find us?”

The man froze.Blood dripped from his nose.

The motorcycles roared around him.Their lights hit Eb.He didn’t look toward them.Hunter was out there, hopefully taking out more of those jerks.

But the biker before Eb grinned with grim intent.“They’re gonna tear you to shreds beneath their wheels.”

The bikes roared.

The man above Eb yanked out a knife.Dammit.Eb whipped his gun to the side and fired a hole right through the guy’s raised hand.The hand that had been clutching the knife.Then Eb rolled, jumped to his feet, took aim again?—

Motorcycles rushed right at him.

And so did…

His Impala.It surged from behind the house with a series of wild blares from its horn.It bobbed and heaved—Dear God in heaven, my precious baby is bobbing and heaving—and barreled right at the men on bikes.They scrambled.One raced down the driveway road and didn’t stop.Another flew into the thick brush in an effort to get away from the Impala.A third…

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