Jackie registered the broad shoulders under a black mackintosh before noticing the smoking barrel swinging Jack’s way. “Get down!”
Jack’s attention swiveled her way, but unlike most men she’d known he actually listened. Hitting the floor before the dead bimbo, he upended his table and ducked behind it.
Glasses shattered, sending a trail of glittering shards across the stained concrete floor. The businessmen at the oak bar shrieked like school girls before melting off their stools to cower near the brass footrest.
Taking her own advice, Jackie pressed inside the curved side of the bar. Her tight jeans cut across her belly as she kicked off her stilettos. Well this certainly hadn’t gone the way she’d planned. Palming the heels, she wielded the makeshift weapon. Three inches of Chinese plastic against bullets, not if she wanted to get out of this alive. Time for plan B.
“Stand up and face me like a man, you son of a bitch!” Another pop and the lampshade over the pool table exploded.
Jackie’s tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. Could she make it down the hallway to the bathrooms?
Two more shots echoed around the bar.
Wood chips from Jack’s table sprayed the floor. “Jenner, is that you?”
Jackie mentally cringed. Maybe it had been a blessing that the PI hadn’t returned her call. The man sounded too damn relaxed for someone being shot at. Inhaling a calming breath, she looked for an exit. Matt would have to understand. Becoming collateral damage wouldn’t help fund the animal shelter and she didn’t have that much life insurance.
Jackie peered around the edge of the bar and her heart stopped beating. There, just beyond Jack’s table…
Go on to Episode 4
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