by Sharon Dunn
“Never mind.” Lucy twisted around, reaching for the voluminous leather tote hanging on the back of her chair. “Forget I said anything. I’m sure it’s all a mistake anyway.”
Jordan absently touched his breast pocket, then decided against saying anything. He didn’t know what the second ring meant, and there was no reason to upset her. Until he knew otherwise, he was dedicated to preserving Brandt’s memory. He’d be loyal in his actions if not his feelings.
“Lucy—”
His next words froze on the tip of his tongue. Through the coffee shop window, he saw a white sedan appear. The unmistakable glint of a gun barrel caught his attention. Jordan’s training kicked into action, and he launched himself over the table to protect Lucy.
* * *
At Jordan’s swift movement, Lucy startled. The glass pane at the front of the shop exploded. Time slowed and Jordan caught hold of her. Shards of glass showered over them, clattering to the floor like a hailstorm. He dragged her down, and they both tumbled over her chair. She braced for a painful landing, but he angled his body at the last minute, taking the worst of the blow. The jolt knocked the air from her lungs.
A woman screamed, and a table crashed near Lucy’s head. Someone was shooting at them.
Voices sounded in panic from all directions, and she struggled to make sense of the commotion. Jordan kept her anchored in place, and she instinctively fought the restriction. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, urging her into fight-or-flight mode.
“I need a better vantage point,” he whispered roughly, retrieving a gun from inside his jacket. “Stay down and out of sight. I’ll let you know when it’s safe to move toward the exit.”
A loud bang was followed by a dusty spray of plaster.
Without giving her a chance to protest, Jordan moved away.
When she reached for him, her fingers closed around air.
Several customers cowered behind tables while others crouched in place. Everyone was frozen in terror. She had to think. She’d gone through active shooter training at work. Human Resources had been relentless in drilling the instructions. Run first, hide if necessary, fight back as a last resort.
A dark-haired woman in a bright yellow shirt crouched near the front of the shop, her hands covering her ears. Another pop sounded, and glass rained over the woman’s head. She screamed and rocked back and forth.
Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Fight or flight.
The words echoed like a mantra through Lucy’s head. Her vision wavered.
Flight.
“Stay low,” Jordan shouted. “Get to the back of the store.”
“This way!” Lucy called to the woman in yellow. She gestured toward the service counter. She’d seen workers entering from the back on numerous occasions. “There’s an exit through the kitchen.”
The woman crawled a few feet, her movements jerky and uncoordinated.
The top pane of the front door burst into a thousand tiny shards. Lucy flattened her body and covered her head. Paralyzed by the terror pumping through her veins, her hands tingled.
“Please, God,” Lucy begged, “give me strength.”
In an attempt to contain her fear, she focused on the woman in yellow. “You’re doing great. Keep going. You’re almost there.”
Their eyes locked, and Lucy saw her own horror mirrored in the woman’s gaze. The reality of their situation nearly undid her, and she fought for control.
“Get to the exit!” Jordan shouted.
“What about you?”
“I’m right behind you.”
She peered cautiously from behind her shelter. He’d positioned himself at the front of the store, his gun drawn. Given Brandt’s praise of him, she had no doubt he’d sacrifice his life to prevent the shooter from coming through that door. He was offering himself as a shield to let them escape.
Another bullet ripped over her head, shattering a picture on the back wall. Lucy screamed. Tears blurred her vision. Though she was reluctant to leave Jordan behind, she didn’t want his sacrifice to be in vain. The woman in yellow had reached the relative safety of the service counter. She had a clear path to the exit.
As Lucy belly-crawled in her wake toward the kitchen, she encountered a man in a suit crouched behind the service counter. He jabbed at his phone, his hands trembling wildly. She navigated through the broken glass, her sweat-slicked palms hindering her progress.
“Go,” she ordered. “Run. Get out.”
A bullet blasted a hole in the back wall. Lucy yelped.
“I don’t want to die.” The man’s eyes were wild and unfocused. He gripped her arm in a painful vise, trapping her in place. “Don’t leave me.”
The stranger’s terror sparked a hidden reserve of strength within Lucy, and a precise sort of clarity took hold of her thoughts. Panicking only exacerbated the situation.
Prying the man’s fingers from her arm, she said, “Stay calm and exit the building.”
The words sounded trite considering the situation, but they worked. She touched his shoulder. The contact was like a spark of lightning, and the man jumped.
“Okay,” he said, then scrambled toward freedom.
His movement lifted the stark paralysis of the four remaining customers, who’d been rooted in place. It was as though someone had given them permission to act. In a crowded scramble, they dashed toward the exit. Lucy followed in an awkward, crouching run. Another shot burst through the menu hanging above the counter. She pivoted and twisted her ankle. The next step was agony and she dropped to her knees.
The hanging lamp above her head exploded, and a white-hot flash of pain burst through her cheek. With a startled shriek, she cringed and curled into a ball. Her fear was so sharp she tasted it on her tongue.
She didn’t want to die. Not here. Not now. Not like this.
“Please, God. Just a few more minutes,” she prayed. “I just need a few more minutes of strength.”
Mustering every ounce of fortitude to bolster her courage, she searched for Jordan. He’d sacrificed his own safety to let them escape. Where was he? He should be following them since everyone had exited.
The next instant there was silence. Complete, deafening silence. No gunshots. No voices.
Nothing.
The nothing terrified her more than the gunshots.
Copyright © 2020 by Sherri Shackelford
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ISBN: 9781488061004
Mountain Captive
Copyright © 2020 by Sharon Dunn
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