TARGETED
When bounty hunter Jessica Knight interrupts a convenience-store robbery, walking away isnât an option. Especially when the robberâa violent fugitive wanted for murderâchooses Jessica as his next target. To make matters worse, the detective digging into the case is Ryan Spencerâ¦her former partner. As they investigate this new crime together, Jessica and Ryan find connections to the double homicide that ended their partnership. If they can put the pieces together in time, an innocent man will be freed. But if theyâre too late, their own murders will be the killerâs next crimes.
Bounty Hunters: Finding justice one fugitive at a time
âJessica, yesterday I thought I was going to a store to make sure my brother was okay. Since then, what was thought to be a robbery has snowballed into something that appears to be much deeper. I have to find out whatâs going on.â
âHow are you going to do that?â she asked.
He thought for a moment before he responded. âI think Iâll take a few daysâ leave and poke around on my own. See what I can turn up.â
She pushed out of her chair. âWell, I wish you luck. Let me know if I can help in any way.â
He stood and faced her. âYou can. How about working with me for a few days?â
She stared at him as if heâd lost his mind. âYou canât be serious.â
âI am. After all, Lee Tucker is a fugitive and youâre a bounty hunter.â
She stared into his eyes without blinking. âRyan, I donât knowâ¦â
He reached for her hand and clasped it in his. âPlease, Jessica. Itâll be like old times. The two of us working on a case. What do you say? Want to be my partner again?â
ONE
Being caught in a convenience-store robbery wasnât what Jessica Knight had expected when she stopped to get a soft drink. But from the panicked voices at the front of the store she thought that was exactly what was happening.
âWhat do you think youâre doing, man?â Fear and disbelief combined in the shrill voice that drifted toward her from the direction of the checkout counter.
âI said give me the money in the cash register.â
âPlease, mister, just take it easy with that gun before somebody gets hurt.â Jessica recognized the frightened voice of the young man whoâd waited on her the past few times sheâd stopped at the store.
âIâll take it easy when I have the money. Now put all the money in that bag,â the robber snarled.
As of yet, the thief had no idea she was in the store, but that was about to change. She carefully closed the open door of the soft-drink display case and unzipped her heavy jacket. Her fingers curled around the gun holstered at her waist as she pulled it free.
Her mind whirled in indecision. What was her greatest chance of stopping the robbery in progress without anyone getting hurt? Shoot first and hope for the best, or try to talk the guy into surrendering his weapon? Whatever she decided, she had to act before somebody got shot or, worse, killed. It was time to make a move.
So much for staying hidden at the end of the aisle. She took a tentative step toward the front of the store. She knew the layout as well as she did that of her own apartment. The potato-chip display at the end of the aisle wasnât going to offer much protection from a bullet once she stepped into view. Better to surprise the thief before he had the chance to take a shot at her.
She gripped the gun with both hands and tiptoed farther forward, conscious of being absolutely silent. At the end of the aisle, she took a deep breath and peered toward the cash register about fifteen feet away. Behind the counter the pale clerk kept his eyes on the robber as he pulled bills from the cash register and stuffed them in a bag he held. The robber kept the gun trained on the young man as he reached up and pulled the ball cap he wore lower on his forehead.
A customer, possibly a college student from the campus nearby, stood in front of the counter with his hands raised. His fingers trembled. Scared out of his wits, no doubt. The hammering of her heart told her he wasnât the only one frightened.
The clerk swallowed hard and pushed the bag across the counter toward the gunman. âThatâs it unless you want the coins, too.â