I’ve just realised that I never got round to posting an excerpt from ‘Running Late’, the story I have in Shotgun Honey’s Locked & Loaded anthology. So, better ‘Late’ than never, here it is. Hope you enjoy, and if you want to read the rest of the story, plus all the other great stuff in the book, you can find out how here.
He scrambled through the gap, tearing a sleeve himself and nicking his arm. It bled freely, spattering on the window frame, and he knew he was destroying potential evidence but didn’t care. Finding Karen alive was what mattered now, not groping around after clues and DNA. He didn’t know what he would do without her if she’d gone. She was always the stronger of the pair. She was the one who’d jumped him, at the last Christmas party. She’d laughed because her nickname was a backwards version of his name, then dragged him into the stationery cupboard and stuck her hand down his pants. She hadn’t even been particularly drunk.
“Why?” Zak had said afterwards, tucking himself away. “Why now? Why me?”
“If I’d left it to you I’d still have been waiting next year,” she’d said, and given his privates a pat.
She was the one who’d decided to keep the whole thing quiet, so they could go on working the same shift. The rules said you had to notify the DI if you became ‘romantically involved’, but that would have meant different hours, or even a move to another division. “Bugger that,” Karen had said. “Don’t ask, don’t tell.”
“That’s the US Army,” Zak had said, but she just laughed.
He could do with the army now, or at least a few good well-trained men. You couldn’t ask for back-up when you’d taken the law into your own hands, though. He was on his own.