Rodney positioned a pleasant hand on her cheek. “You’re one of many bravest ladies I’ve ever met. You’re going to be the best reporter New York Metropolis has ever seen. I do know that in my soul. I’m proud to know you.”

She smiled, bending ahead to kiss Rodney on the cheek. “And also you’re my hero. Thanks for all the pieces.”

Bridget tucked Lyle’s letter into her pocket, whereas Rodney put the flash drive in his. They walked towards the doorway of the financial institution collectively. Bridget felt a wierd unease when she noticed Matt and Mark’s backs by the window. A wave of panic, a premonition of hazard tweaked on the fringe of her consciousness.

Rodney turned to her. “Keep right here for a minute. Let me go first to verify all the pieces’s clear.”

“Rodney. Wait.”

He winked. “No time. Don’t fear, kitten. It’s a bit of cake from right here on out.”

Her coronary heart raced with concern as he walked out of the financial institution, then she took a deep breath and moved. She was about to open the door to comply with when pictures rang out on the street. She reacted with out thought, operating outdoors in time to see Rodney fall. She began to run for him, however she was tackled from behind. Refusing to cease, she clawed herself nearer to Rodney.

“Goddammit, Bridget. No.” Mark’s voice sounded loud in her ear as he lined her. Extra pictures sounded and he or she felt one thing like gravel pelt her face.

“Get her to the fucking automotive!” Rodney yelled, his voice laced with ache. “Bridget, take this. Get to New York.” He pressed the flash drive into her hand.

She grasped his fingers. “I’m not leaving you.”

An engine roared to life and a truck jumped the curb, screeching to a halt subsequent to the place she and Mark lay on the sidewalk. It supplied cowl from the unseen gunman. Matt flung the door open. “Soar in!”

Mark rose shortly, lifting her with him and tossing her into the cab of the truck. Matt moved over to the passenger aspect, his hand pressed in opposition to the again of her cranium. She pulled off the silly wig and tossed it to the ground.

“Maintain your head down,” Matt commanded.

Extra bullets hit the truck, one in all them smashing the again window.

Bridget screamed. Mark climbed into the truck and floored it, spinning tires in his haste to flee.

“Rodney!” she yelled, decided they return for him.

“Jake has him,” Mark stated, not hitting the brakes. “He and the safety guard dragged him into the financial institution whereas we put you within the truck. They’ve received him inside. He’s going to be wonderful.”

Sirens sounded within the distance. The police had been alerted and God, please let there be an ambulance for Rodney.

There’d been blood. A lot blood. Lyle’s lifeless face fashioned behind her eyelids, solely it wasn’t Lyle anymore. It was Rodney. She choked on a sob. “He was shot. We now have to return.” She tried to take a seat up as Mark drove previous the town limits at an ungodly velocity.

She’d barely lifted her head when extra pictures rang out, one in all them hanging the again of the truck.

“Fuck!” Mark seemed within the rearview mirror. “The bastard is chasing us.”

Matt, retaining low, peered over the seat, trying again. “Black Mercedes, tinted home windows. Can’t see the driving force. Shit, get down! He’s firing once more.”

Matt ducked down, protecting Bridget as Mark swerved the car throughout each lanes, making an attempt to dodge the bullets.

Mark took a pointy flip off the principle street, not bothering to brake. For a second, Bridget would have sworn they had been on two wheels.

Mark slapped the steering wheel. “Mom fucker. He’s nonetheless again there.”

They swerved sharply once more and Bridget slid into Matt’s lap. Matt saved her head pressed down. She felt dizzy and sick to her abdomen because the automotive made one other exhausting flip, this time to the left.

Matt glanced again. “Good name taking Outdated Mill Highway.”

Mark nodded. “Determine he’ll have a tough time driving. May hold him from capturing at our asses.”

They took two extra turns at excessive velocity. Bridget feared there was no means they may proceed at this tempo with out crashing.

“Hairpin’s arising,” Matt warned.

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