Hi guys, here's an excerpt
from my current novel Not yet titled
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Fuck.
Mac stopped dead
at the top of the stairs. Well, he’d found Ricky Stevenson and the man held a
hostage.
The
young blonde teenager Stevenson used as a shield, held a fucking puppy between his knees. Ducking back around the corner, keeping out of sight, Mac
thunked his head against the wall before shouting, “Stevenson, give it up! Drop
your gun and let the kid go.” With his arms bent, gun angled upward, Mac
waited, weighing his options.
“What do
we have,” FBI agent Kane Quintana whispered, easing up beside him.
“One
shooter, Stevenson with one hostage, a teenager and… a puppy,” Mac murmured.
“A
puppy?” Kane blinked.
“Yup,”
Mac nodded, his mind racing for the best possible outcome. Mac’s gut told him
that the drug dealer wouldn’t hesitate to kill the kid if it would save his own
ass, and Mac would bet the odds that Ricky Stevenson wasn’t going down without
a fight.
“Give it
up Stevenson, there’s no way out,” Mac shouted again.
Risking
another quick glance, this time Mac was able to see the right side of the
teenager’s swollen face and a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his
mouth. Soft golden brown eyes, surrounded by the thickest set of lashes, met
his gaze and Mac tried to convey assurance. Fear filled the eyes staring back,
the dark depths holding a resignation, as if he’d lived to long in this hell
hole and had given up all hope.
Like
hell, not on Mac’s watch.
(c) 2017 Reese Knightley Author
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