You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Suddenly, Joyce's eyes widened and she reached out to block the light from Karl's phone. Under the bridge, it was already pretty dark. The bright light from the cell phone would cause a certain contrast and might easily expose them.

She heard an unusual movement.

Although it was a little far away, she just clearly heard the sound of a heavy weapon hitting the ground. A heavy weapon. Ricky was carrying a heavy weapon. She immediately understood how dangerous their situation was and she subconsciously pressed her hand on the gun handle. Of course, she also knew that with a mere pistol, she could not be a match with Ricky, who was holding a heavy weapon.

Karl also felt something, too.

He retrieved his phone, held his breath and listened carefully.

Damn, Ricky must have found his way here. He was not surprised though. Ricky was a former mercenary, and it was just expected that he would follow their traces.

Karl looked around and he found a broken mat, a discarded quilt, and some plastic bags.

He covered Victor up with these things and Joyce immediately understood his intention and even helped him do cover up. He must be trying to make it look like just a pile of garbage.

"We have to draw him away." Karl whispered.

only be an even larger target, and would be more easily discovered by Ricky. Her and Victor's lives would be in danger at

it was not less dangerous to move with him, he didn’t have much of

enough room for breath. From the outside, it could not be noticed easily. She was still worried and wondered if Victor would make it until the SWAT squad arrived

heart was filled

personal grudges, but she got Karl involved,

and he wanted to sneak away along

low bush

a variety of obstacles to hide himself and prevent

away, Ricky was about to approach the other

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his grip on Joyce's wrist, suddenly got up and ran away, thus

on the track towards the broken bridge, flung his gun directly towards the direction of the grass where the sound had come from, and fired without hesitation.

Karl all the way to

was an old car parked inside the alley. Obviously,