bang made her shriek.
“Shh, it’s okay. Someone just slammed a car door,” Jake said, squeezing her shoulder.
As they approached the pickup, a security officer stepped in front of them. “Ma’am, are you okay?”
“I’m…I’m, no,” she said wanting to destroy the memories circling her brain like crows over a dead animal.
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the woman,” the security guard ordered.
“You don’t understand—”
“The woman obviously feels threatened by you.”
Jake released her and Robin felt utterly vulnerable all over again.
“Robin, stay close,” Jake said.
The security guard stepped between them. “Sir, please keep your distance.”
“She’s suffering from a head injury.”
“Hands on the car.”
Jake turned and placed his hands to the roof of his truck. “Robin, it’s okay.”
He was being patted down and was still trying to take care of her.
“What’s this?” The guard pulled a gun from inside Jake’s jacket and waved it in his face.
She shivered at the sight of the black steel. A chill started deep in her bones and permeated her entire body to her fingertips.
“I’m a private investigator. I have a permit for that.”
Robin had seen one of those before, black steel aimed at her…
She backed a few steps away from Jake and the guard as she fought back the memories.
A red stain spreading across the carpet…
Saturating a man’s crisp, white shirt.
Her pulse raced as she turned away from the sight of the gun. She looked up just as blinding headlights pinned her in place.
The squeal of tires pierced her eardrums.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out.
“Robin!” Jake shouted.
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