Explosive Reunion. Karen Kirst

Thank You, Jesus.

      “Tori? Wake up, sweetheart. Talk to me.”

      There was zero indication she’d heard him. Whatever that man had done to her had knocked her out cold.

      “We need an ambulance,” he ground out. “Now.”

      The deputy joined them. “On their way. In the meantime, I’ll need your weapon.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      He handed the small Jetfire over, not taking his eyes from Tori.

      “I don’t condone what you did,” he said, “but your actions saved her life.”

      “Where were you?” he demanded, giving voice to the question nagging him. Why hadn’t Clark stayed at his post?

      “Someone called in a tip about an intruder a few doors down, drawing me away from my vehicle.”

      He dragged his gaze away from Tori’s motionless form. “Did you find anything?”

      “No. Either someone really did see the perp wandering the neighborhood—”

      “Or it was the perp who called, deliberately leaving Tori alone and vulnerable to attack.”