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leave the office. I’d better call Sheriff Grady for you.” She started to reach for the phone.
    Giselle drew her gun. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
    “Who…”
    “Underneath all this makeup is your friend Giselle. Now get the keys and let’s go.”
    “Someone will stop by soon and miss me. You won’t get far.”
    “Far enough. I’ve found us a very secure hiding place.”
    “Why hide? I thought you wanted to kill me.”
    “I do. But I’ve seen you with that handsome cowboy and noticed how you looked at him. First, I want you to see him die, and then I’ll kill you. He’ll get a message in an hour to come alone to a certain spot. When he gets there, I’ll kill you both. Now get moving before your protection arrives.”
    She put the gun between Sylvia’s shoulder blades and shoved. “You must have sent the sheriff away. You always were too arrogant, thinking you could do it all alone. That’s what led to your getting caught last time. But they promised me if I helped that in the end you’d die. They failed. I won’t.
    “Go around to the back of the building,” Giselle said as they walked out the door. “We’ll leave the police car here. Someone might see us take it.” She kept the gun right against Sylvia’s back. “Don’t try to run. I will shoot to kill.”
    They walked behind the tree line back toward Giselle’s car. When they got close, Giselle took Sylvia’s arm and stopped her.
    “The gray sedan is mine. We’re going to walk casually across the street, get in, and you are going to drive. I’ll tell you where to go. If you try anything, I’ll shoot you and whomever tries to come to your rescue. Nod if you understand.”
    Sylvia nodded and they walked forward together. Once in the car, Giselle gave her directions on where to drive.
     
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    Sylvia’s heart raced. Part of her wanted to wrestle with Giselle for the gun, but Giselle was well trained and Sylvia would probably be fatally shot. She had to bide her time.
    The woman’s disguise had fooled her. Since she didn’t know a lot of the townspeople yet, she’d thought it was one of them. She was angry at herself for not expecting the disguise or the brazenness of her coming to the office. But now what?
    Sam would come when Giselle contacted him. He’d be no match for this woman. I’m not going to let her hurt Sam. Whatever I have to do, I will.
    After driving about fifteen miles, Giselle had her turn left onto a narrow road. It was bumpy, and the dry dirt whirled into the air as the car drove over it. She drove around curves, gradually getting closer to the mountains. Ten miles later they arrived at one of the smaller mountainous areas. Sylvia saw the opening to a cave about six feet above the ground.
    When they stopped, Giselle nudged the gun into her side. “Get out.”
    This would be her best chance. Sylvia jumped out, turned, and grabbed the gun, pointing it up, just as Giselle got out behind her. Giselle didn’t give up easily. They rolled on the ground, fighting for control of the weapon.
    “Stop or I’ll shoot.” A man’s voice came from above.
    “It’s about time you yelled at her,” Giselle raised her head and said.
    Sylvia hit her in the chin and rolled, putting Giselle’s body over hers. A bullet hit close to them.
    Then another shot came from somewhere. Damn, how many cohorts does she have? A body fell to the ground.
    A tall figure came out from behind the surrounding brush. “Drop the gun,” he directed Giselle.
    Giselle hesitated, but then she managed to direct the point of the revolver toward Sylvia. Sylvia’s wrist gave in as another shot rang out. Sylvia had jerked her head away from the direction of Giselle’s gun, but it didn’t matter. Giselle was dead, and had slumped across her.
    Sam ran to Sylvia and pushed Giselle aside. He pulled her into his arms. “Are you all right?”
    She was shaking and her heart pounded. “I think so.” She tried to keep the quiver out of her