fine.”
The man came over to her now, his eyes fixed on her shirt front.
“That your blood?”
She looked down, almost casually. “Yeah. I – I got stabbed. I think the dickhead may have punctured my lung.”
That was the last thing she remembered before the lurking, creeping shadows rushed in fast and furious. She fell hard in to the raging blackness that just washed over her, washed her away.
Chapter Six
“How the actual fuck did he even know that the principal was at The Cave?” Dallas demanded Mark Hayden, his second-in-command, the second that he got to the hospital. It wasn’t much of a greeting, but to hell with pleasantries. “Selena texted me that she took Diana’s phone.”
“Yes, but apparently Diana borrowed someone else’s phone and updated her Facebook status.”
Dallas swore under his breath. “Fucking twit practically sent the guy a ‘here I am, come get me’ invitation.”
“Uh-huh.” Mark’s mint-green eyes were cool against his café-au-lait skin, but Dallas knew that he was as angry as he was. “She’s a problem, one that made it real easy for Paul Fisher to just stroll right on up to her.”
“That’s his name?”
“Uh-huh.”
“ Fuck .” Dallas ran his hands through his dark hair, every muscle in his large body tense and tight with fury. “Is the client OK?”
Mark shrugged. “She’s fine. Shaken up, obviously, but Griff got her out of the way.”
“And damn near got himself killed in the process.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“And just how the actual hell did this dickhead stalker get the drop in Selena?” Dallas shook his head. “Nobody gets the drop on her, and I mean nobody . If she gave Griff the go-ahead to bring the principal in to that parking lot, then she thought the coast was clear. No way Selena makes a rookie mistake like that.”
“Yeah, well.” Mark popped some coins in to the vending machine, pushed the button for black coffee. “That wasn’t on her. Seems that the bouncers dropped the ball there, big time.”
“They hadn’t had eyes on the parking lot the whole night?”
“Nope.” Mark shook his dark head. “According to the security camera footage, they’d fucked off on the regular, actually, to go have a smoke break and flirt with the customers. They left the lot unobserved for several minutes at a time. Our good friend Paul just wandered on over to a parked car in the VIP lot, broke in, hunkered down and bided his time, man. He was less than six feet from that door the whole damn time, just waiting for Diana to come out.”
“So of course Selena missed him. Didn’t see him until he was fucking on them.”
“Yep.”
“Thank Christ Selena can shoot with deadly accuracy even with a gaping chest wound.”
“No kidding, huh?”
“Any word how she is?”
“Not yet.” Mark handed Dallas the coffee from the hospital vending machine. It was undoubtedly going to be horrible stuff, but it was hot and had caffeine and at five a.m., that was about all you could ask for. “The nurse said the doctor would be here soon.”
“OK.” Dallas took the coffee with a grateful nod. “So let’s sit.”
“Roxanna called Selena’s Dad? Griff’s sister in Maine?”
“Yeah. Selena’s Dad’s got a heart condition and can’t fly, and you know that things with her brothers are complicated, to put it mildly.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“So, I don’t think anybody from her family will be able to get here, but her Dad said that he’ll call back later. I can always send someone out there to drive him back, if things look hairy.”
“And Griff’s sister? Felicia, right?”
“Right.” Dallas took a sip of coffee, made a face at the vile taste. “She’s a single mother so she’s looking for a sitter for her kid. Said she’d get in touch with us when she was able to sort stuff out at her end.”
Just then, the elevator doors slid open and a tall, broad man stepped off and looked around. He went straight to the nurses’ station and
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