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Billy fidgeted at the kitchen table, jumping up every five minutes or so to look out the window and pace around the sad-looking kitchen. Marcus wondered what he was on and how long he’d been up.

      Mentally he reviewed the pre-raid briefing that had taken place earlier today. He had stood at the front of the conference room in the station house and pointed to himself, “I’ll be inside wearing these clothes. Please don’t shoot me.”

      Everyone had laughed and then they’d gotten down to business. At noon the Honorable Judge Watson had signed a search warrant for the property and arrest warrants for Donny, Charles and Billy.

      The plan was to wait for Donny to make the sale.

      Marcus would say, “It’s all good.”

      Things would roll from there.

      The SWAT team would hit the front door, take down the suspects and Marcus would hit the floor. The patrol guys would stay on the perimeter. They should be able to do this with a minimum of fuss, without firing a shot and he hoped, without blowing his cover.

      Key word being should.

      Donny was normally quite punctual with his delivery schedules—very unusual for a doper. Likewise, every Tuesday at four o’clock in the afternoon, Billy was there for a pick-up. Naturally, this was the first time in two months the delivery had been late.

      Marcus’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Donny’s Camaro pulling into the driveway. The muffler must be dragging the ground to make that kind of racket. He stood as the dealer hustled in the back door carrying a nylon duffel bag, but Marcus’s stomach clenched when he saw the woman with him.

      Tessa. He’d been a fool to think he was protecting her by saying no. Instead, she was clinging to Donny like he was her ticket to the good life. And for the next few hours he would be, if he shared his product with her. She nodded coolly to Marcus, giving no indication she knew him beyond a casual bar-room acquaintance.

      “It’s about time,” said Charles. “Where ya been?”

      “Trying not to wrap my car around a tree.” Donny’s voice was high and screechy. “It’s slicker ‘n a greased pig out there.”

      “Donny, you’re such a comedian,” sneered Janice.

      “Bite me, darlin.”

      “In your dreams,” she retorted.

      “Cut the crap,” interrupted Marcus. “Let’s get on with this. I’ve got somebody waiting.”

      “You and me both,” said Billy. He walked over to stand beside Marcus. “Let’s see the st…”

      Boom. Boom. Boom. The battering ram slammed through the front door.

      Damn, somebody screwed up. Marcus hit the floor. The SWAT team burst through into the living room with 9mm MP5s.

      “What the f—” shouted Charles. His question was cut short as he fell off the couch.

      Janice screamed. Donny hit the floor with Marcus. Billy pulled out a 9mm Glock.

      “Police…Drop the weapon, you’re under arrest!” shouted Tanker, the SWAT-team leader.

      Billy didn’t hesitate; he just grabbed Tessa and put the Glock to her temple. “You drop it, or I do her right here.”

      “You got no place to run, man. The house is surrounded. Let her go.” Tanker’s voice was calm. His entire team was now in the living room pointing their MP5s at Billy.

      Marcus was sprawled at Tessa’s feet, staring up at the Glock. She was scared, but looked at him with complete trust in her eyes. No way he was pulling out his own gun in this situation. That was a guaranteed way to get them both shot.

      He’d suspected Billy was a speed freak, and right now he was pretty sure that the guy was “schitzing out.” Marcus figured they had about ten more seconds before Billy completely lost it and starting shooting. If he rolled hard, Marcus could knock Tessa out of the way long enough for Tanker to do his thing.

      He glanced over at the SWAT leader, gave him an imperceptible nod and rolled—right into Tessa’s calves.

      Tessa squealed and pitched backwards, away from the gun. Billy’s arm was shoved to the side when she fell. She was safe but Billy squeezed off several rounds as his hand came down. Tessa’s scream was cut short. Tanker ran forward and Billy was on the ground before the echo of the shots stopped reverberating around the room.

      “Officer down!” shouted Tanker’s second in command. “Officer down!”

      Marcus turned to check Tessa and see who they were talking about before he felt the pain sear along his shoulder. Fire raced up and down his arm, but his body felt as cold as the sleet coming down outside.

      Well, hell. The crowded room darkened around the edges but the volume increased. Tessa lay still beside him, her eyes staring lifelessly at the yellowed ceiling.

      NO! Something inside him died when he saw the gunshot wound between her eyes, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

      Asa shouted for an ambulance and leaned over Marcus, blocking his view of the men huddled around her.

      “Tessa?”

      Asa didn’t answer immediately. “They’re working on her. Hang on, partner. Help’s on the way.”

      Marcus saw stark fear in his friend’s eyes and was lucid enough to realize Billy’s stray bullets might have nicked something major in him. He felt a growing puddle of warm blood beneath him.

      Asa never stopped talking as he peeled off his own sweatshirt, wadded it up and pressed the material against Marcus’s chest. “You did good, man. You’re gonna make Hodges’s day. There’s a boatload of drugs here. Should be some cash, too. You just stay with me. Okay?”

      “Sure,” mumbled Marcus.

      Asa was lying. Hodges was gonna be pissed at the way this had gone down. Not that Marcus cared what Hodges thought, he’d just screwed up so badly, there wasn’t anything his boss could do to make him feel any worse. Tessa was dead and he couldn’t tell Asa what that really meant. Marcus had to pretend she was no different from any other addict caught in the crossfire. Even now.

      “I’ll be all right,” he whispered.

      The room grew dimmer.

      “You know, I almost passed out from the heat waiting on you guys. Better not tell Hodges, though, huh? I’d really like some fresh air.” Marcus could tell his words were slurring and he wasn’t making much sense. “I had this feeling something would go wrong…. You know that feeling?”

      Then everything went black.

      Chapter One

       Murphy’s Point, South Mississippi Memorial Day Weekend Saturday, early evening

      “Boat sink! Boat sink!” Harris splashed and water slipped over the side of the claw-footed tub into Cally’s lap.

      “Of course it does when you have a tidal wave, sweetie.”

      “Don’t want it to sink.”

      “Then don’t splash so much, darlin’. It’s almost time to get out—two more minutes.”

      Cally surveyed the flooded floor. She wasn’t sure but there was probably as much water on her as on the bath mat. Her son loved his baths. Of course, she’d need to mop up afterwards.

      Still, this was her favorite part of the day. By now her inn-keeping duties were usually done until the following morning when breakfast was served, and she was free to focus on her son. But tonight her guests were running late, so she was getting a head start on the evening routine before they checked in to River Trace.

      She would be sold-out

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