“No one’s getting in the back,” I say.
It’s true. That’s one thing I love about this place. There is a hedge covering the back edge of the property. Ihave no idea what kind of plant it is, but it has thorns, and the one time I tried to trim them, I got cut up pretty badly. No one in their right mind would try to climb over that.
“Agreed. Those are some cool bushes. I should get some,” Durango shouts from the back door.
Savvy runs down the stairs. Her hair is wet, and she doesn’t have on any makeup. She’s even more gorgeous natural.
“Ready,” she says.
“He’s here,” Thunder says.
I move beside Thunder to glance out the window and spot two men scanning as they slowly walk toward my place.
“We have to go out the back,” Thunder says.
“No way to get through,” I say.
“Yes, there is,” Durango says as he walks into the room. “We need to hop your neighbor’s fence.”
“I’ve never met him.” An odd thought to have right now, but I haven’t met either of my neighbors. I usually keep to myself.
“They’re walking this way. We need to go now,” Thunder says.
“It’s Clinton!” Savvy yells.
“Looks like he’s working with Bennett. Now we know why he left the building so fast,” I say.
“We can talk about this later. We need to go,” Durango says as he leads us out the back door, which I secure on the way out. He hops over first, and Thunder helps Savvy get over. Then Thunder and I climb over.
The prickly hedge doesn’t cover the entire back wall like it does at my place, and we run for the opening.
“They’re out here!” someone yells behind us.
“Run!” Durango shouts.
We all race after him. The opening leads us into someone else’s yard, but fortunately, there’s nothing blocking us from reaching the undeveloped property next door. We eventually make it to the street and turn left.
A shot rings out behind us.
“We need to lose them fast!” Thunder yells.
My side is screaming in pain from the prior gunshot, but I keep pushing. Savvy is able to run very fast, and she’s up front with Durango.
He takes a right on the next street, and I’ve never been happier to see his truck. “Everyone in!” he shouts.
Savvy and I pile into the back seat of the extended cab while Thunder takes the passenger seat. I push Savvy down while Durango peels out of the spot.
Several more gunshots are fired, but it appears they missed us.
“Thankfully, he’s a terrible shot,” Durango says.
He’s speeding way too fast for the neighborhood, but if he doesn’t, those men will be able to catch up to us.
“Head to Manhattan,” Lightning suggests.
“Why the hell would I do that?” Durango asks.
“They won’t expect it,” Lightning says.
