Page 50 of Sam to the Rescue
Her bullet hit its mark and the school bus tilts to one side. “Woo hoo. I’m Annie fucking Oakley.”
Holy fuck, I’ve created a monster.
Her mouth moves again but she’s drowned out by a TV helicopter wop-wopping overhead. In tandem, multiple sirens screech as fire trucks, squad cars, Feds, and ambulances arrive on the scene.
The odds of survival much improved, Sam cups my cheeks and puts her lips to my ear. “When this is over, promise me you’ll get help for your PTSD.”
“I did. I already called Jack’s wife.” I’m about to explain more but Colin and his men approach our vehicle. “FBI! Put your guns down.”
Sam sticks her head out the window and slides her gun over the black pavement. “Nobody fucking shoot. There’s a bomb in the back of the van.”
“Nicely said.” Grinning, I unload my rifle and place it on the tar.
Then, I kick out at the front glass. Once we’re off our knees and standing she points out Fangs running toward the Impala. “Stop him. He’s stealing Nonna’s car.”
“You left the keys in it?” Picking up my weapon, I race down the road.
She does the same and follows on my heels. “Sorry, I was a little busy saving the day.”
The Chevy rockets across the shoulder’s gulley and into the field. Mooing, panicked dairy cows run and to avoid them, I step in shit.
Later, I will appreciate the irony.
The Feds close behind, I chase the car as it bounces over the ruts in the field. Suddenly, the COG leader turns Sam’s vehicle around. Through the windshield, the sun catches his mad grin and at first, I think he’s going to run me over. Instead, he drives toward the van.
From behind me, multiple weapons fire. The COGs leader slumps into the steering wheel but his foot must be stuck on the accelerator because the gold car doesn’t slow.
Shit. I dash to the driver’s side window, dive in, and reach for the key. Feet dangling, I wait for the car to come to a stop before checking his pulse.
I don’t feel the least bit sorry. He’s gone.
Chapter 36
Sam
“Drop your weapon.” At the FBI’s shout, I raise two trembling hands in the air.
“You’re lucky I don’t arrest you, Samantha.” Colin arrives at my side, his fury heating my face.
I’m too tired to tamp down my rising temper. “Yeah? Try it and we’ll see what internal affairs thinks. You are never putting my husband at risk again. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
Suds, extricated from Nonna’s window, twists out of the grasp of a G-man and squats beside me. “Give her some air. Mount Vesuvius is about to blow.”
“Not funny.” Burrowing into his chest, I inhale his scent, and wait for the rush of adrenaline to abate.
Before I can calm, an amplified female voice booms from a police helicopter. “Everyone, clear the area. Repeat. Clear the area.”
“Let’s go.” The NYC detective lifts me by my bicep, leads us toward a waiting SUV, and soon, we’re speeding away.
“Damn.” I glance out the back window and shudder.But for the grace of God, they’d be trying to identify us by our DNA.
“What’s wrong?” Sebastian tips my chin and searches my face with his dark brows furrowed.
Not wanting to worry him more, I shrug. “Nothing, but I was hoping we could see the aliens land.”
“Next time, sugar. Next time.” Chuckling, he slides the burner phone out of his pocket and presses the speaker icon.
After greetings, Rose puts my little angel on the phone. “Da-da-da-dee-dee-dee.”