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It was too dark on the porch for Andrew to see either man’s eyes or much of their faces. The flickers of lightning were fading, the thunder a distant echo.
“Did your car break down?” Andrew glanced again at the woman. Her eyes kept darting from Andrew to the man, but she avoided Andrew’s eyes. There seemed to be a nervous energy to her, yet she stood still, with her hands in the pockets of her jeans, as if she didn’t quite trust Andrew.
When she didn’t answer he looked over at the other man. The one standing had moved closer to the screen as if there was something down below that had caught his interest.
“Yeah, you might say we had a bit of a car accident.”
There was something in the way he said it that made Andrew adjust his grip on the rod. He wondered how hard it would be to move closer to the door that separated the porch. Could he close and lock it before they reacted, before they realized what he was doing? Then he’d still have the woman to deal with. He glanced at her again. She was small, wet and scared. Yeah, she was scared. But was she scared of Andrew or of the two men on the porch?
“It’s a hell of a night to be out, that’s for sure.” Andrew tried to sound sympathetic. He moved into the room, pretending to look out the window. “Looks like the worst of it may be over.”
A couple more feet and he could rush to slam the door. Damn! He’d need to drop the rod in order to do it. He was thinking like a two-handed man instead of a one-handed one.
“I can drive you to Louisville.” He kept talking. He still had the element of surprise on his side. He was about to make his move, when the man stood up. In one slow, easy motion he raised his hand to Andrew as if to offer to shake it. It was such a casual gesture that Andrew loosened his grip on the rod. He didn’t even see the gun until it was too late.
Until the blast filled the room.
CHAPTER 31
2:47 a.m.
Melanie couldn’t believe it. Jared had meant to kill the man. Just like that. The bullet had grazed his forehead and knocked him off his feet. A half inch to the left and it would have gone through his fucking brain.
Now Jared stood over him, his finger still on the trigger. The man looked as if he was out of it, rubbing his fingertips over the wound and looking at the blood as if he couldn’t believe it was his own. Melanie stood back and watched. So did Charlie. She expected Jared to lift the gun and fire another shot. She expected to see the man’s head explode this time. She wanted to close her eyes and, yet, she couldn’t look away.
Instead of lifting the gun and firing it, Jared turned. He just walked away. Melanie stared at him as he sat down in one of the easy chairs. From the side of the table he grabbed what looked like a leather briefcase and suddenly became interested in its contents. He rifled through the case’s pockets, undoing zippers, taking out notepaper, examining it all and shoving it back into the case. He pulled out a couple of books, checked the covers and started to shove them into the briefcase, as well, when he stopped. Jared examined one of the back covers of the books, glanced at the man on the floor then at the cover.
“You’re this guy,” he said, flipping the book over to look at the front again. “You wrote this book, huh? Andrew Kane.”
Melanie watched the man—Kane. He looked up at Jared when he said his name, so maybe he was okay. Maybe the bullet hadn’t done any damage.
“So you write books,” Jared continued.
She couldn’t decide if Jared was impressed or if he was making fun. She didn’t seem to be very good at reading her brother lately.
“How many books have you written, Andrew Kane?” Jared was flipping through the book, stopping several times, and it looked to Melanie as though he was actually reading parts.
She finally sat down across from Jared on the worn sofa. She couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt to sit, and only now did she realize her legs were numb. Her arms felt raw, and even in the dim yellow light she could see all the scratches