Page 162 of Capturing You
A man dressed all in black jogged from the side of the house.
Forbes cursed.
Brooklynn twisted to see. “What is?—?”
Another gunshot. The truck jostled with the hit.
“Stay low!” He jammed the gear into drive, then floored the accelerator. The tires spun on the old, cracked asphalt, kicking up gravel.
The pickup lurched forward.
Forbes turned onto the yard and aimed for the forest.
Men were moving in. He’d counted three in front. When the truck rounded the far corner of the house, a fourth man approached from the back.
Bullets pelted the pickup.
The rear window shattered.
Brooklynn, irrationally, was watching behind them.
He palmed the back of her head and pressed it forward. “Stay. Down.” He needed her to be safe so he could focus.
“Sorry sorry sorry.” Her words came high-pitched and fast.
He aimed for space between the thick trees. “As soon as I stop, jump out and run for the cave.”
“What? I’m not leaving?—”
“I’ll be right behind you.”
“I don’t know where it is.”
Right. Of course she wouldn’t remember. Forbes had ensured it was hidden well.
He’d just have to survive.
He yanked the car to the left to give them cover from the bullets. “Out. Get out.”
She did, and he crawled over the console and followed.
The woods were dark and deep, but Brooklynn still wore the pale-blue jogging suit. It would stand out.
He grabbed her hand and ran for the cave entrance.
Shouts followed them, and gunshots.
A bullet hit a tree trunk a foot from his head.
She was moving too slowly. He’d forgotten about her injured ankle. No time to stop and carry her.
Come on, come on!
But he didn’t say that. She wanted to live as much as he did.
He usually got to the entrance via the trail, and angling from this direction… Where was it?
Lead me, Lord.
