Never Look Back (Redemption Hills 3)

“Let it go!” Logan shouted as he struggled to pin him, to hold him down. “Jarek, help, get the gun from him!”

Antonio crawled to them, struggling to get the necklace from the man’s hold.

“Jarek!” Logan shouted again.

Another shot rang out.

Logan froze as Antonio slumped to the ground. Blood pooled around him.

Shock pierced through him.

Oh god. No. Oh god.

His heart clanged in his chest as Logan fought for the man’s wrist that wielded the weapon. He finally curled both hands around it, bending his hand back enough that it forced him to drop the gun.

It skidded across the ground.

Logan grunted when an elbow cut him hard in the side.

The blow loosened his hold, but he managed to knee the guy in the ribs, sending him back down.

On his hands and knees, Logan scrambled for the gun that lay three feet away.

The masked man was on his feet by the time Logan got to it. Logan flew around, lying on his back, and he pointed it in the man’s direction.

The man hesitated, his attention whipping between Logan and Jarek before he ran, the single necklace dangling from his hand as he disappeared into the alleyway.

Breaths heaved from Logan’s lungs and the world spun.

Horror had him in a fist.

His eyes met Jarek’s. Jarek who stalled for one second before he darted for the second necklace.

Logan was faster, on his feet and snatching it up before Jarek could get there. In a flash, he had the gun pointed at Jarek. Rain pelted his face, and he tried to blink, to make sense, to process. “Stop, right there.”

Jarek skidded to a stop, hatred on his face. “You did this,” he spat in the direction of Aster’s uncle who lie face down in a puddle, the water that streamed from him blood red.

“You did this. And Aster’s father will know.”

Logan realized he’d taken his attention off Jarek for too long when he turned back and he also had a gun pointed at Logan.

Logan’s hand shook. “That’s not true.”

“It is. You killed him.” Jarek cocked his gun, but it was Logan who pulled the trigger.

It rang out, at one with the crack of lightning that cut through the night.

Clutching his side, Jarek dropped to his knees.

And Logan?

He ran.

* * *

Rain soaked his face as Logan panted for a breath where he had his back pressed to a wall of a building at least a mile from where he’d run. He gasped for oxygen, to see, to keep the ground from slipping out from under his feet.

But it spun and spun and the sickness reigned.