Tip of the Spear: Devil Chasers (Lima Six Motorcycle Club Book 3) (19 page)

"Give me your keys and cell phone," Tina hissed, trying to sound as menacing as possible. She had been in trouble with the law a lot, but she had never actually held anyone up before.

"What?" the woman asked, not comprehending that she was being robbed.

"I said give me your keys and phone," Tina repeated, trying to sound threatening but actually quaking in her shoes. This was why she stole cars or did breaking and entering. With B&E, you didn’t have to confront anyone.

"No! I'm not giving you my keys!" the woman said as she glared at Tina.

Tina gritted her teeth in frustration. She didn't want to pull the gun out, because this would go from grand theft auto to armed robbery, and that brought with it a whole new level of shit, but she was committed now. After a moment of wrestling, Tina freed the weapon from the holster and brought it around to the front, holding it near her body and pointed at the ground so only the woman could see it. The woman's eyes went wide with fright and understanding as the color drained from her face.

"Wait! Wait!" the woman whispered harshly. "You can have them! Just don't hurt my children! They're in my purse!"

Tina tucked the weapon back into the holster, then rummaged through the woman's purse and pulled out the keys, wallet and cell, leaving the rest in the trolley. She unlocked the truck with a press of her thumb and threw the wallet and cell onto the passenger seat as she slipped inside. As she pulled away, she saw the woman running toward a man, babe still in her arms.

She was hammering down and hauling ass on I-40 as she tried to put as much distance between her and the grocery store as possible when a cruiser going in the opposite direction flipped on its lights. The concrete center barrier gave her a moment before the cop would be able to get to the next exit and turn to pursue. While she might outrun the Dodge, there was no way she could outrun the Motorola.

With a shriek of tortured tires and a cacophony of horn blasts, Tina hauled the thundering SUV across three lanes of traffic and down a ramp, just missing the exit sign. She barely slowed as she blew through the stop light at the bottom, the truck on the edge of control as she skidded through a left turn. She whipped the vehicle into the first parking lot she could find and jumped out the moment the truck rocked to a stop. She took the wallet for what money she might find inside, but she left everything else and ran, leaving the door open.
Maybe someone else will steal the damn thing and lead the cops on a merry chase,
she thought as she pounded away.

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