Page 50 of The Prey (The Hillers of Barratt County #6)

Shit. This wasn’t what he’d wanted. Not at all. All she had to do was go to the cops, to the security guard in this courthouse and show him the marks where he’d touched her. Jason would be utterly screwed. He had to make her understand.

He just kept running after her.

This was stupid, him chasing her through the damned courthouse like a loser. He should just cut his losses. Head for Mexico or something. He could make some calls, call in a few favors. Get himself out of this somehow.

Before it was too late and he fucking ended up behind bars.

That drunkass whore in Wichita Falls was one thing—she’d told so many lies through the years no one would believe her. But Giavonna Hiller?

Hell, yes, people would believe her. None of Jason’s friends in Wichita Falls would be able to make that go away. Not as well connected as Giavonna was.

Jason followed her down the narrow back stairs. “Wait a minute.”

She just kept going.

He caught up to her. She was fast, but he had six inches on her and fifty or sixty pounds.

And she was still in a sling on her dominant hand.

She was trying to turn an antique knob on a door barely wide enough for a man his size to fit through.

“I said to fucking wait. We can make a deal. Work something out.”

“It’s not going to work that way.” She clawed at the door, and it swung open.

She ducked inside.

Metal clanged.

Jason followed her. And almost fell face first.

He caught himself just in time. And then kept going into the darkness.