For the second time that day, I chased a fugitive.
I caught a glimpse of a racing figure through the trees as he cut across the corner lot to the next street. Something big and square and dark hulked against the curb. I cursed again and accelerated, although it was obvious even to me I hadn’t a prayer of catching him. And I was right. He’d parked his getaway vehicle — an SUV? it looked huge — with the driver’s door closest and unlocked, and its tires screeched long before I got there. I saw his tail lights vanish around the corner as I stopped atop his parking spot.
All I could do was swear and it wasn’t particularly satisfying, although my reaction to the attack was. The amount of stress I’d suffered that day and the number of people who’d assaulted me in one manner or another were like nothing I’d experienced since the war and the diagnosis. I’d moved from the calm order of everyday life to terra incognita indeed, and how it would affect me was anybody’s guess. The Army shrink said I wouldn’t know until I was there. Now here I was, in the middle of it, and responding well. It just went to show that cold-blooded old bugger hadn’t known as much as he’d thought.
I crossed the lawn toward the house and was already starting to shake when an engine roared behind me.
If I ran across the lawn before, now I flew, even though its eight cylinders versus my two legs wasn’t even funny. Another adrenaline surge brought the welcome cold clarity of combat. It scoured my mind of all turmoil, even of fear, leaving me fired and ready for the fight.
At first I made for the front door — surely the house would stop it — then I wondered if Caren had heard anything and was coming to investigate. The house might stop it, but that steel T-rex could cause a lot of damage on its way in and I didn’t want it anywhere near her. Besides, I really liked that expensive blue Persian carpet in the entryway.
That left the oaks as my only cover, and I shifted right. They were easy trees to climb, full of hand- and footholds, massive lower boughs hanging low enough for a good running jump to suffice. I’d have to do it one-handed; my left arm dangled uselessly as I ran, the shoulder screaming for me to slow down.
The beast revved over the curb. Bright blue lights flooded the night, casting my shadow before me like a trail to follow. I didn’t glance back, just ran faster. I only had seconds before I’d feel the heat of that engine.
Below's the Sweet List. Thanks for stopping by!
1. Kay Springsteen/Regency
2. Rachel Rossano - romantic fantasy
3. Patricia Kiyono - Historical Romance (Regency)
4. Jenna Jaxon, historical romance
5. Susan Aylworth, contemporary
6. Carrie-Anne Brownian ~ Halloween-themed historical fiction (1930s)
7. Indigo Chase--Sci fi, Paranormal
8. Kelly Martin-- YA/Christian
9. J. Gunnar Grey, mystery~adventure
10. Juli D. Revezzo--Paranormal fiction
11. Leah Sanders - sweet historical romance
12. Laurel-Rain Snow - Contemporary Fiction
13. Lindsay Downs-Historical
14. Tmonique Stephens~ Paranormal Romance
15. Chynna ~ Contemporary YA
16. Beth Trissel Historical-Paranormal Romance
17. S.G. Rogers - YA fantasy adventure!
18. Elaine Cantrell, contemporary