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  Her mind had turned the thought

  over and over, trying to come up with

  a plausible explanation as to why

  her name would be on a hit list.

  Nothing seemed reasonable. There was no explanation as to why anyone would want her dead.

  Rachel kept an arm around her son, Aidan, as they drove farther and farther away from the world she was familiar with, traveling south on back roads she didn’t recognize.

  She turned to Jack. “Where are you taking us?”

  His expression remained neutral. “Somewhere safe. We’ll be going to the Iron, Inc. headquarters. It’s not much farther away.”

  “Iron, Inc.?”

  “We’re an elite security firm. You’ll be safe at our headquarters. No one gets in or out without our knowledge. The president could stay there and we wouldn’t have to beef up security.”

  His words reminded her about the reality of the situation. “I can’t even think straight.”

  “It’s a lot to comprehend.”

  “I’m…scared.”

  Jack gave her a terse nod. “You should be.”

  Rachel closed her eyes as life as she knew it crumbled around her.

  Books by Christy Barritt

  Love Inspired Suspense

  Keeping Guard

  The Last Target

  CHRISTY BARRITT

  loves stories and has been writing them for as long as she can remember. She gets her best ideas when she’s supposed to be paying attention to something else—like in a workshop or while driving down the road.

  The second book in her Squeaky Clean Mystery series, Suspicious Minds, won the inspiration category of the 2009 Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Suspense and Mystery. She’s also the co-author of Changed: True Stories of Finding God in Christian Music.

  When she’s not working on books, Christy writes articles for various publications. She’s also a weekly feature writer for the Virginian-Pilot newspaper, the worship leader at her church and a frequent speaker at various writers groups, women’s luncheons and church events.

  She’s married to Scott, a teacher and funny man extraordinaire. They have two sons, two dogs and a houseplant named Martha.

  To learn more about her, visit her website at www.christybarritt.com.

  THE LAST TARGET

  Christy Barritt

  My God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my

  shield and the horn of my salvation. He is my

  stronghold, my refuge and my savior—

  from violent men you save me.

  —2 Samuel 22:3

  This book is dedicated to all the military

  who serve our country both abroad and here

  on our home turf. Thank you and your families

  for your dedication, sacrifices and courage.

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  LETTER TO READER

  QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

  ONE

  Rachel Reynolds scanned the playground for any signs of trouble. Unsupervised children. Bullies. Swarming insects.

  None. Just another day at the park for a dozen or so moms with their toddlers.

  Her gaze shot back to her son, four-year-old Aidan, who was playing on the other side of the waist-high fence, not even ten feet away. He climbed up the plastic steps of the slide—the tallest one at the park—and stopped at the top.

  “Look at me, Mommy!” His wide, brown eyes connected with hers and glowed with satisfaction.

  Rachel waved and wiped at the perspiration on her forehead. Even under the shade of the pine tree, the summer heat still felt sweltering. “I’m watching, honey.”

  Just as he propelled himself down the slide, something hot whizzed past her arm. The smell of acid filled her nostrils. Pain sliced into her skin.

  “Get down!” A man shoved her to the ground, his body shielding hers. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. His mouth went to a wire at his wrist. “We’ve got shots fired. I repeat, shots have been fired.”

  Shots fired? Aidan. She had to get Aidan.

  She raised her head up, gaze darting around the playground. Mobs of children and their mothers fled the park, screams filling the air. Where was Aidan?

  Her gaze stopped at the slide. Aidan had climbed to the top again. She had to get him, to keep him safe.

  “Aidan! Aidan!” She twisted her body, desperate to get away from the man who’d thrown her out of harm’s way. Her fingers clawed at the grass. Her legs thrashed.

  Her screams caught in her throat as a man approached the slide and grabbed Aidan. Her son’s tear-filled gaze shot toward her, big eyes pleading for help. His arms reached for her just as the man who’d snatched him disappeared into the thick foliage of the woods.

  A guttural cry rose from Rachel. “Aidan!” She pounded on the chest of the man shielding her as tears pushed their way out. The other man was getting away…with her son.

  “That’s one of my men who took your son. He’ll keep him safe.”

  Her heart slowed a moment. “One of your men? Who are you?”

  “I’ll explain once you’re safe.”

  Safe. She had felt safe only moments ago. That was pretty much all she wanted in life—to, as a single mom, provide a stable home for her son. In the blink of an eye, that life had been turned upside down.

  What was going on? Why had someone opened fire at a playground? Were they crazy? She prayed no one was injured.

  She needed to thank the men who’d saved her and Aidan and then retreat home. Lock her doors. Call the police. File a report.

  “We need to lay low for a couple more minutes before I can get you out of here,” the man said.

  How had this man known there would be gunfire at the park today? Tension pinched her muscles. How had he gotten to her just in time? He’d known the shooting was going to happen, she realized. She felt the blood drain from her face.

  What if he wasn’t one of the good guys at all? She had to get away. Get Aidan.

  The man’s large frame easily overpowered her, though. What could she do? She ran through everything she’d learned in self-defense class. She had to use the weapons God had naturally given her.

  Before she could reconsider, she pulled her elbow back and jabbed the man in the eye. “Get off me!”

  As he blanched, she clawed the grass, pulling herself to safety.

  Too late. The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. “Are you crazy?”

  Eyes wide with terror, she shook her head. “No, you’re crazy if you think I’m going anywhere with you. Get away from me!”

  She tried to sock him in the jaw, but his strong grip clamped down on her wrist. “Listen to me a minute. Your uncle sent me.”

  Sh
e paused. “My uncle?”

  “Vice Admiral Harris.”

  Her world began spinning.

  “I’ll explain everything. But right now, I’ve got to get you to safety.” The man’s iron-like hand gripped her arm. “Come on, we’ve got to get you out of here.”

  If Rachel wanted her safe life back, she had no choice but to trust this stranger. But the very thought caused fear to pulse through her.

  Jack Sergeant scanned the park for the gunman. The shot had come from the woods behind him. That meant he’d have to get Rachel Reynolds to the waiting SUV with only his body as a shield. A few pines trees would offer measly protection against a bullet. At this point, they had little choice.

  Rachel trembled in his grasp. Blood blurred across her skin. Fear seemed to seize her breaths. If only he’d arrived at the park five minutes earlier; maybe they wouldn’t be in this situation.

  He’d think about that later. Now, he had to get the sweet-smelling woman out of here in one piece. He would have never guessed the gunman to be this aggressive or Rachel this stubborn.

  “Rachel.” He looked down at her wide, perfectly sculpted brown eyes. Finally, her gaze locked with his. “On the count of three, we’re going to run toward the street. You’ll be in front, I’ll be behind you. Got it?”

  She nodded, but apprehension showed in her shifting gaze. She was scared. She should be. This wasn’t a game. Lives were in danger.

  Another shot whizzed above them. They had to move and fast. He’d never forgive himself if something happened to her or her son.

  “One.” He shifted to the side, in position to lunge.

  A small cry escaped from Rachel.

  “Two.” He tensed, ready to spring.

  “Three!” He rushed to his feet, grabbed Rachel, pushed her in front of him and charged across the grass. A bullet splintered the tree beside them.

  They sprinted toward the street at the park’s entrance. Jack’s body blocked Rachel. He was a good foot taller than her, and her strides couldn’t meet his. He grabbed her elbow, propelling her onward.

  Only a few more feet. He looked at the street, now cleared of cars. Where were his men?

  In front of him, sweat glistened over Rachel’s face. She pulled in ragged breaths. Her arms trembled beneath his grasp.

  Another bullet panged into a brown metal sign. Rachel gasped, froze for a moment. That had been close, mere feet away. Jack put his arm around her waist, urged her forward.

  An SUV pulled to a screeching halt in front of them. The door opened and one of his men motioned to them. The air electrified as another shot rang out. Jack grabbed Rachel, swung her into his arms and slid her into the backseat. He shoved in after her and slammed the door.

  Another bullet pierced the glass behind them as they squealed away. Jack could feel Rachel’s heart hammering into his chest. As soon as she spotted her son on the floor, she reached for him. “Aidan!”

  The car swerved again and sent all of them crashing into the door. The shooters were still on their trail. Jack and his men had to lose them, get Rachel and Aidan to safety.

  “Hugs later.” Jack reached over them. “Right now, seat belts on and heads down.” He jerked the seat belts across them and clicked the buckles in place. Once they were secure and hunkered down, Jack grabbed his gun and looked out the back window. Two SUVs trailed them.

  Another shot hit the back windshield, shattering it this time. Luke Black, the driver, swerved, and their SUV skittered close to the ditch beside them. The vehicle righted before zigzagging down the road in an attempt to avoid the gunfire behind them. Veins popped out on Luke’s temple, and he had a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

  “We’ve got to lose them, Luke!”

  “I’m trying.” He took a quick left turn onto a busy Virginia Beach street. They charged through the yellow light at an intersection. The pursuing vehicles darted behind them. Two bystander cars skidded to a halt to avoid a crash.

  Luke swerved again, this time onto a road that led away from the rush-hour congestion. The SUV nudged their bumper. Mark Denton, the other agent, stuck his gun out the window and fired, catching the front tire of one of the SUVs pursuing them. The vehicle jolted onto its side and rolled off the road. Rachel screamed and clung to her son.

  Where did this road lead? Jack thought quickly until a plan settled in his mind. He glanced at his watch. “Go to the drawbridge!” It was scheduled to open on the hour. If they could get there and get across it before the SUV behind them, they might escape.

  Rachel looked up with wide eyes. “The drawbridge? Are you crazy?”

  Maybe. But it was their only chance. “You’ve got to trust me.”

  “I don’t even know you!”

  “I’m Jack Sergeant.”

  “FBI?”

  The glass shattered on the window beside him. He threw himself over Rachel and Aidan, shielding them from flying glass and bullets.

  “No, but I’ve been hired to protect you.”

  “Why in the world do I need protection?”

  “Because your name was found on a hit list. Everyone else is—” He glanced at Aidan and then mouthed the word dead.

  By the stark white appearance of Rachel’s face, she got the message loud and clear. She ducked and placed herself over Aidan, kissing the top of his head.

  The drawbridge waited ahead of them. Red stoplights flashed on either side of it, and a line of cars had already begun braking in front of them.

  “The gates are going down!” Luke yelled.

  “We can make it,” Jack said, adrenaline charging through him. “Step on it!”

  The SUV swerved into the opposite lane, charging forward toward the opening bridge.

  “Hold on tight,” he told Rachel. He pulled his own seat belt over him as they crashed through the gates. He prayed to God that they’d make it.

  TWO

  The bridge split open. The side closest to them rose like a ramp. The SUV accelerated.

  Rachel closed her eyes and held her breath. Lord, be with us.

  Rachel waited for the crash. The impact of water. An explosion. Pain.

  The SUV flew up the bridge arm. At the end, it caught air. They hung suspended a moment. Finally, their tires hit the metal grates on the other side. The vehicle bounced against the bridge before squealing down the road.

  Rachel sucked in a deep breath, her hands trembling. They’d survived. Barely.

  She hugged her son. “Are you okay, honey?”

  Aidan looked up, his big brown eyes filled with emotion. “That was cool! Can we do it again sometime?”

  Rachel sighed and felt some tension drain from her. “Absolutely not.” She ruffled his hair and closed her eyes only a moment before glancing at Jack. “Did we lose them?” And exactly who is “them”?

  Jack glanced behind them. “For now. But we’re not out of danger yet.”

  Rachel squeezed Aidan and sunk down in the leather seat. Whoever this Jack guy was, he’d just saved her life and the life of her son. She kissed the top of Aidan’s head again and held him against her chest.

  She glanced over at Jack, taking her first good look at him. The man was dark-haired and broad-shouldered with a finely chiseled, square face. He wore a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Striking blue eyes softened his otherwise macho features. Those very eyes seemed to be assessing her as they cruised down the wooded road through the swampland of Virginia Beach.

  Sucking in a breath, she looked out the front window. Ominous clouds hovered in the distance as if even nature knew about the danger they were in. She felt like she’d been pulled into a different world, like Alice going down the rabbit hole.

  Jack touched her arm where the bullet had grazed her. “You’ll need to have that looked at.”

  Now that he mentioned it, her arm was throbbing. The bullet had barely grazed her, but her sleeve was soaked with blood. The sight made her feel woozy, so she looked away. “I’ll be fine.”

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bsp; Aidan turned his big brown eyes up to her again. “What happened, Mommy?”

  She patted his back. “Just a little boo-boo.”

  Jack reached into the back of the SUV and grabbed a first aid kit. He searched through it before pulling out some gauze and bandages. She flinched at the feeling of his fingers—although surprisingly gentle—on her skin. She didn’t know if her reaction was from the pain or from the electricity that zipped through her. She was comfortable with neither.

  As Jack wrapped her arm, Rachel tried to keep her expression neutral, to hide her pain. But the wound burned and her arm ached. Things could have turned out much worst, she reminded herself. She could be dead.

  Her mind had turned the thought over and over, trying to come up with a plausible explanation as to why her name would be on a hit list. Nothing seemed reasonable. There was no explanation as to why anyone would want her dead. She was a widow whose husband had died in the Middle East while serving in the military, and an only child whose parents had been killed in an auto accident. She lived a mostly private life and stayed out of other people’s business.

  Questions bounced through her mind. There’d be time to demand answers soon, but not now when Aidan was so alert and perceptive. Right now, she had to concentrate on survival.

  Rachel kept an arm around Aidan as they drove farther and farther away from the world she was familiar with, traveling south on back roads she didn’t recognize. Aidan looked out the window and sang to himself. Kids were so resilient, much more than they got credit for, she mused. His naivety was a blessing, especially at this very moment.

  When she was sure Aidan wasn’t listening, she turned to Jack. “Where are you taking us?”

  His expression remained neutral. “Somewhere safe.”

  “That’s kind of vague.”

  Some intensity left Jack’s eyes and was replaced with…compassion, perhaps? “We’ll be going to the Iron, Inc., headquarters. It’s not much farther away.”

  “Iron, Inc.?”

  “We’re an elite security firm. We get contracts from the military and law-enforcement organizations. Most people who work with us just call us Eyes.”