Page 106 of Smokescreen

The pungent, petrol scent of the liquid hit her, and her lungs tightened.

They needed to get this situation under control.

Because gasoline and guns did not mix.

She glanced at the doorway where Trick remained.

She nodded to signal him to act.

He rushed inside the barn.

His presence caught Wayne and Cooper by surprise.

Trick tackled Wayne. As he did, Wayne dropped his gun.

Olive lunged for it. As she hit the ground, gasoline soaked her pants and shirt.

She sucked in a breath as a moment of reality washed through her.

If anyone started a fire, Olive would go up in flames—and fast. She’d just made herself even more of a target.

That meant shereallycouldn’t let anyone start a fire or fire a gun.

She grabbed Wayne’s gun. As she did, someone catapulted toward her and landed on her back.

Cooper.

His weight pushed the air from her lungs and pinned her to the soggy, gasoline-soaked floor.

But she couldn’t give up.

She struggled against him, determined not to let go of the weapon.

He pinned her wrist to the ground, and pain ripped through her.

“No . . .” she said through gritted teeth.

But Cooper had rendered her immobile. He probably weighed twice as much as she did.

He reached for the gun, and Olive couldn’t stop him.

No!

Just then, the weight lifted from her chest.

Someone jerked Cooper off her.

Reid.

His fist collided with Cooper’s jaw, and Cooper reeled back into the wall.

As that happened, Trick turned Wayne onto his stomach, pinning him in place and putting zip ties on his wrists. “Sorry, but you’re not going to be getting away with this.”

Cooper growled and lunged at them again.

Before he could reach Trick, Reid clotheslined the man.

Cooper sprawled on the ground and let out a moan. Reid moved to keep him subdued.