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of questions about how Kyle came to know who to go after in the first place. No, this was her mess. It was down to her to sort it out. Squealing out of the parking lot, she put her foot down. She just hoped she wasn’t too late.
    Kyle opened his eyes and for a brief second had no idea where he was. He tried to sit up and immediately a sharp pain in his shoulder reminded him of where he was and what had happened. Remembering Deshaun, he looked around the alley and saw him lying about ten feet away, sprawled facedown and not moving. He was pleased, as he’d had no idea if his shot had hit its target.
    Pulling himself over to the alley wall he used it as leverage and managed to get himself into a sitting position. He immediately became dizzy and had to close his eyes for a few seconds until the world stopped spinning. He’d lost a lot of blood.
    Pushing his shirt out of the way he inspected the wound. He’d been hit in the shoulder thankfully, the bullet missing any major organs. He couldn’t move that arm, though. Reaching over his shoulder and running his hand along his back, it looked like the bullet had gone straight through.
    Now what? He was going to be in a whole world of trouble unless he figured a way out of this mess. He had no idea what he had thought would happen when he confronted Deshaun but he had to admit, this wasn’t it.
    As she pulled up outside the club , Sandy saw Kyle’s car parked across the street. She could see that no one was in it. She was not looking forward to checking the club. This was one of the roughest neighbourhoods in L.A. and she was a woman on her own. She was taking a hell of a risk.
    She was just walking up to the entrance, past an alley, when she heard a short cry , like a person in pain. It had come from the alley. Tentatively, with her hand on her holster, she walked into the gloom.
    “Hello? Is anybody there?”
    A voice made her jump. “Sandy? Is that you?”
    She’d found him! Rushing into the depths of the alley now, what she saw made her stop in her tracks. Kyle was propped against the wall, bleeding heavily, and there was a body on the ground.
    “Oh , my god! Kyle, what have you done? Is he dead?”
    Kyle gasped in pain. “I don’t know.”
    Taking out her gun now Sandy approached the body carefully. When she was close enough she nudged it with her foot. Nothing. With her gun aiming at his head, she slowly reached down and checked for a pulse. Nothing.
    “He’s dead.” Putting her gun away she rushed over to Kyle. Checking his wound, she was relieved to see that it wasn’t life threatening. “Get out of here, Sandy. You don’t need to be involved in this. I’m not bringing you down with me.”
    “You were my partner. Makes no difference to me that you’re not anymore. To me, you still are so there’s no way in hell I’m just leaving you here.” She looked around and spotted Kyle’s gun.
    Pointing at it she asked , “That registered to you?” Kyle shook his head. “It’s a throwaway I took with me when I left.”
    “Perfect.” She picked it up and, with the corners of her shirt, wiped it clean and put it back where it lay. “This is Compton. Robberies gone bad happen all the time here. I doubt this one will get much attention.”
    Reaching down she helped Kyle to stand up. “Lean on me and try and look like you’re drunk. We don’t want to attract any attention.” It started to rain as they left the alley and Sandy said a silent prayer of thanks. That would take care of the blood. At her car, she helped Kyle into the passenger seat and jumped behind the wheel. “I’ll take you back to your apartment and then get a cab back to pick up your car.” She was just about to start the engine when Kyle placed his hand on her arm. She paused and looked at him.
    “Thank you.”
    She nodded and started the engine.

Chapter 17
    He’d hardly seen Anna or her friend all day , which suited him just fine. He’d heard the thump thump of the music coming from