Kira Sinclair – Handle Me (страница 10)
She realized her own heart was racing, her stomach flipping around like someone had placed her on a roller coaster. Tears burned the backs of her eyes.
She stared into Kaia’s gaze, the last piece of her brother, and realized that after only a day it would devastate her if something happened to the dog.
The thought instantly made her more antsy and unsettled.
“Someone call 911. Van, I need you over here. This guy is the one bleeding.”
Van’s body jolted into action. She scrambled over to kneel beside Ty. “This nice woman is an ER doctor. If you’ll cooperate, I’ll let you up so she can look at your wounds.”
The guy moaned and nodded.
“If you try to run or do anything stupid, Kaia is right over there, just waiting to take you down again.”
The guy whimpered. “Jeez man, I promise. Just keep that psycho dog away from me,” he wheezed.
Van leaned down to his ear, “She isn’t psycho. She’s a highly trained weapon. So I suggest you move slowly and do exactly as I say.”
* * *
TY WATCHED THE HULLABALOO. He’d clipped the leash back onto Kaia’s harness, not because he expected her to run off or react badly to the commotion, but because, after the demonstration of her skills, the spectators had been restless.
He’d watched Van administer first aid to the junkie. And while he was a captive audience, she’d also taken the opportunity to talk to him about rehab and the options that were available for assistance in getting clean.
He really hoped the guy listened, but Ty wasn’t holding his breath.
He’d spoken with the officers who’d responded to the call. In the grand scheme of things, a thwarted purse snatching wasn’t a major deal. But Kaia’s involvement had brought extra attention...and scrutiny.
Thankfully, with her scheduled appearance in the Fourth of July parade in a couple days, the mayor and police chief were already aware of her presence. Not to mention her skill set.
Van smacked her palm against the closed door of the ambulance and then put her hands on her hips as she watched it drive away. The guy wasn’t severely injured, but he might need a stitch or two.
“You’ll be in town for a few days, right?” an officer asked Ty.
He pulled his gaze away from Van and nodded. “At least through this week. Maybe next.”
“I doubt we’ll need to get in touch with you again. There were enough witnesses. But just in case, please make sure you provide us with your contact information before you leave.”
Ty nodded and then wandered to where Van was standing with a couple of the women who’d hung around.
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