Protecting His Witness
He could sense the blood leaving his body.His hand turned sticky where he pressed it against his side and he began to feel dangerously light-headed.
With effort, Zack McIntyre forced himself to focus on his end goal: to get away and find help.
He cursed himself for letting this happen, but who would have expected to be jumped in the alley right behind an Internet café? Especially in an upscale neighborhood. When the man he'd been following had slipped out the back a minute before the owner closed down, Zack had been about a minute behind him.
Once outside, he was jumped. The confrontation— and ultimate end result—had been unavoidable.
The alleyway had been deserted. At eleven o'clock, he had no doubts that most of the people who lived around here were already home, most likely in bed. He'd fled, bleeding, before anyone else showed up.
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