Abigail
"NYPD! Put the pipe down! Put it down now!"
A bright light hit us suddenly, slightly blinding. There were two beams, swinging from the end of the alley.
The pressure of Gavin's hand on my windpipe intensified, a malicious anger in his dark eyes.
"Let the lady go, sir. Now!"
With a curse, he shoved away from me. I dropped to my knees gasping for breath.Air flooded back in my throat, burning while my hands gripped the floor, trying to steady my blurry vision.
"On the ground! Hands where I can see them!" The cops ordered.
It took them long enough. I was so sure I would have been beaten to pulp by the time they arrived. The pipe dropped from Gavin's hand with a clatter, hands raising up in the air.
"Ma'am." A hand fell on my shoulder and a woman's voice reached my ears. "Ma'am, are you hurt?"
"I'm..." My voice came out thick and scratchy, I cleared my throat awkwardly. "I'm okay."
