Every Precious Thing

CHAPTER EIGHTY — THREE

“It’s Alan,” Dev said, his view on that part of the yard better than Logan’s.

Immediately they both raced for the door.

“She’s not yours!” Alan yelled.

Thup.

Logan sent a bullet toward Paskota. He twisted to the side as he raced out the doorway, and fired twice at the man along the wall. As Logan’s bullet caught him in the shoulder, the man spun and reflexively pulled his own trigger.

Alan, who had just rounded the corner, yelped as he fell to the ground.

“Watch him!” Logan said to Dev, with a quick nod at the guy he’d just shot. He whipped back around to cover the doctor, but Dr. Paskota wasn’t there anymore.

If shehad gone into the bushes, Logan would have heard that. So the only place she could be was along the side of the garden shed.

“It’s over, Dr. Paskota,” Logan yelled. “You know it is.”

As soon as the last word was out of his mouth, he raced quietly across the grass to the shed.

“You’re a dead man, Harper,” the woman said.