Holy, shit, shit, shit.
What was she doing there?
Did Lee know?
I couldn’t exactly call him.
Shit!
Then I saw him, walking down the street, looking like he didn’t belong there. Mainly because he looked like nothing, nobody, everyman. Made to fit in with the scenery. He was Tom Hanks. Problem was, Tom Hanks didn’t live in this neighborhood.
I felt a chill up my spine.
I grabbed my gunbelt, pulled out the pepper spray and rammed it in my front pocket. Then I pulled out the taser and rammed it in the waistband of my shorts. Then I shoved the Glock in the back of my shorts, pulled my Xanadu t-shirt over the gun butts and, before my mind could think of excuses, I got out of the car.
I had no idea what I was doing or why I was doing it. All I knew was, three guys with guns were out there as smoke as well as a potential bad guy and Ally was between all of them and Rosie.
I hurried across the street and down the sidewalk.
He was nearly to door number three when he heard my flip flops.
He turned.
Casually I lifted my chin and smiled, as if I was a passerby saying hello and kept walking toward him.
His eyes dropped to the waistband of my shorts.
Unfortunately my t-shirt was fitted, not loose around the waist so the taser butt showed in obvious relief.
He moved and I moved, yanking the taser out and bringing my shirt up and out with it, giving him a flash of my lacy, lemon-yellow bra. The shirt snapped back as I lifted my arm and pulled the trigger. The prongs went sailing forward, snagged him as he yanked the gun out of his shoulder holster, momentarily taken aback by my accidental flash of bra. I didn’t care, he was down before he got his arm straight and I didn’t have any holes in me seeping life-blood.
No sooner had he hit pavement then strong hands snagged me around the waist and I was slammed against a parked car, a hand pressed against my stomach holding me there.
“Where do you think we are, the f**king OK Corral?” Eddie snapped, his face close to mine and he was pissed. He yanked the taser out of my hand and then he started talking in rapid-fire Spanish, none of which I could understand but that might have been a good thing.
Lee materialized next to us. Lee wasn’t pissed, he was furious, it rolled off him in waves.
“Ally’s in there. I saw her through the window,” I told Lee.
Both Lee and Eddie turned toward door number three. I felt the fury waves recede. They knew I’d put myself in front of a bus, a train or an assassin to save Ally.
The door opened and Ally stood in its frame behind a rickety screen.
“What’s going on?” she asked, looking down at the stunned hit man and then up at us, brows raised and cool as a cucumber.
Gotta love Ally.
There were some muttered oaths. Eddie’s hand came away from my stomach and he moved to the hit man, cuffs out. Lee moved to Ally and I ran back to the car and got Chowleena. By the time Chowleena and I made it in the open front door, Eddie was rolling the cuffed hit man over on his back. When I walked in, I saw Rosie on his stomach on the floor, grunting and moaning, Lee beside him in a half crouch, one foot on the floor, knee bent, the other knee in Rosie’s back. Lee was cuffing him.
Lee hauled Rosie up to his feet while Eddie dragged the hit man into the living room and propped his still stunned body on the couch.
Darius walked in on cat’s feet from somewhere in the back of the house. He looked around at everyone.
“I forgot to bring the dip,” he remarked.
I nearly laughed, that was more like the Darius I knew.
“Darius,” Ally said, finally showing some reaction, she was staring at Darius and her face was wearing a tentative welcoming smile.