Those guys really sucked.
He had something under his arm. The telltale white sheen
and its unusual shape meant it was one of the artifacts!
Why the hell hadn’t she called the cops? Because this
guy reminded her of Mac?
Idiot, idiot, idiot! She was so fired. Of course even
the cops couldn’t have gotten here in time, and calling
for the dipshit security guards would be useless. She’d
have to stop him first, then call the police.
She hurried the remaining distance across the well
manicured lawn, pulling her gun. As he turned toward the
bike, she pointed it at his back.
“Freeze. I’ve got a gun pointed on you.”
“Fuck,” he whispered. He raised his hands above his
head, the artifact held tight in his left hand.
She exhaled in relief, then smiled. This had been way
too easy. “Put the item down and turn around slowly.”
She’d put him face down on the ground, then call the
cops.
He pivoted.
The past mingled with the present and Lily felt dizzy.
She almost dropped the gun, her worst nightmare come to
life. This was why she hadn’t called the cops. Something
inside her had sent off warning bells and she hadn’t
wanted him to get caught.
“Mac.”
