“You heard the man,” Tony said flatly, eyes still fixed on me. “Shoot him.”
There was a sound of tires grinding on asphalt and the slam of a car door behind me. “Daddy?” I glanced over my shoulder to see Tracy getting out of a red convertible and running across the vacant parking lot, a stricken look on her face.
A white-hot pain tore through my shoulder and gut, Tony's man with the rifle taking advantage of my momentary distraction. I heard a familiar whiz through the air and I caught a tranquilizer dart a scant millimeter from my neck.
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