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he says. “I’m an expert marksman and I’ve disarmed criminals with twice your strength and a lot of training.”
    She pulls the trigger, and the shot is deafening. A neat hole appears in the back of Jax’s shirt.
    I start screaming and cannot stop. Jax drops Striker to the floor with one blow to the neck, and before I can even absorb what is happening, Blue Hair is on the ground and Jax is tucking her gun in his pocket.
    Colt, Parker, and another man race toward us from the hall we just left.
    Parker grabs me and yanks me against him.  
    Colt kneels to look at Striker. “Did you shoot him?”
    I hang on to Parker. Tears are streaming down my face. I can’t breathe. This is too much.
    Blue Hair struggles beneath Jax’s polished leather shoe.
    “No,” Jax says. “She shot me.”
    Parker looks closer at Jax’s shirt. “Is that a hole in your back?”
    Jax glances over his shoulder. “This silk shirt made as a gift to me by a private designer is ruined,” he says bitterly.
    “That’s…all?” I sputter out. “That’s all you can say? She could have shot you in the head!”
    “People with psychological profiles like hers always aim for the middle,” Jax says. He bends down and hoists Blue Hair to her feet. “It’s very simple science.”
    Blue Hair wants to jerk away from him, but he has her arms trapped in his steel grip.
    “You have some sort of body armor?” Parker asks.
    “Something like that,” Jax says. “Still hurts like hell to get shot.”
    But he doesn’t look like he feels any pain. He turns Blue Hair around so she faces away from him. She struggles, but he pinches her neck and her arms sag, useless.
    Jax keeps talking like none of this is going on. “Sam, did you get everything set up?”
    “We did,” the big guy says. Sam must be one of the other “colleagues” Jax referred to.
    “Okay, game over,” Jax says. He pinches more tightly on Blue Hair’s neck. She curls up slowly, eyes wide, and then collapses on the floor next to Striker.
    “We done here, then?” Sam asks.
    “I’ll escort Parker and Ms. Madelyn to the car,” Jax says. “You go round up Klaus.” He brushes his hands together like he’s touched something dirty.
    Sam turns to Colt and Parker. “I had a fine time rigging up the van with you.” He turns to me. “Glad to see we found you safe and sound.”
    He adjusts the strap of a black bag on his shoulder and heads the other direction.
    I step closer to Blue Hair and Striker. “What did you do to them?”
    “They’ll be fine in a few minutes,” Jax says. “Nothing permanent.” He twists his arm around to try to touch the hole in his shirt. “Damn nuisance, trigger-happy amateurs.”
    Parker lets me loose. “You ready to go?” he asks.
    “Yes,” I say. “I could not be more ready.” We walk down the last hall to a side door.
    Outside, the night is black and hot. The street is empty except for a gleaming midnight-blue sports car idling by the curb.
    “Our car is just a couple blocks away,” Colt says.
    “By all means use mine to get to yours,” Jax says. “I’m sure Maddie will be glad for the ride.”
    “Thank you,” I say to him. “I work for a designer. I can probably repair your shirt, or have one made just like it.”
    “I may take you up on that,” he says. “I’ll let you know.” He shakes Colt’s hand, then Parker’s. “Keep this lovely lady close at hand.”
    “I will,” Parker says.
    “Would you like me to address his sister?” Jax asks. “Or this other girl, Annie?”
    “Not necessary,” Colt says. “We’ll take it from here.”
    “Very well.” Jax turns back toward the door. “Thank you for the interesting evening.” With that, he heads back into the warehouse.
    Colt opens the back car door, and I climb in. Parker gets in beside me.
    A lovely petite girl with dark hair is sitting behind the wheel. “ Bonsoir,” she says in a lovely French lilt. “We should move along. The gunshot was reported by three