how he kept doing that. Distracting her from the situation. “I’m okay for now. I just wish I could remember something significant.”
“Remembering your name’s pretty significant. That, and I think we might have figured out your profession.”
She leaned back against the seat. “Somewhere I must have picked up some medical experience.”
“I’m thinking a paramedic or maybe an ER doctor.”
“Maybe, but I’d suggest we don’t test that theory.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I have to agree with you on that one.”
Even his smile couldn’t put her totally at ease. Two men had just died protecting her. She could not let that happen again.
Griffin glanced out his rearview mirror as he sped toward town, glad they’d finally made it onto the main highway.
More often than not, women made him feel nervous. As much as he enjoyed the small talk with the woman sitting next to him, he couldn’t shake the worry that whoever was after her was going to find her. On top of that, his arm felt as if it were on fire. But he couldn’t worry about that now. He was more concerned that the men who’d killed the FBI agents would find a way to pick up his tail despite his attempt to disable their motorcycles.
He was convinced they weren’t dealing with amateurs. The attack against the FBI escort had clearly been strategic. The drivers had known the route and had planned their assault. But at least Tory was safe for the moment. If she hadn’t escaped into the woods when she had, they’d either have her or she’d be dead now.
The other pressing concern was the weather. The news had been reporting for days that a huge storm system was sweeping in from the north. That meant he was going to need to get her somewhere safe before the roads became too dangerous to use.
Tory pressed her hands together in her lap then stared out the window. “It’s starting to snow again. How far out of Timber Falls are we?”
“Just a couple minutes.”
“Good. And it looks like the bleeding from your arm has stopped.”
His phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID. It was the sheriff’s office. He hoped they were calling with an update.
“What’s your ETA?” Sheriff Jackson asked as soon as Griffin answered.
“We’re almost to the Timber Falls exit.”
“Good. Just to be on the safe side, I’ve arranged for Dr. Swanson to meet you at the back entrance of the clinic. You should be able to slip the witness in without being noticed. Someone will also be there to sew you up if needed.”
“Thank you, but please tell me you found the guys who did this?”
“I wish I could say we did, but when backup arrived at the scene, they found the bikes, but no signs of the men. I put out a BOLO from the descriptions you gave us, but it’s not going to be easy to search for them with this storm coming in.”
“What about the accident scene?” Griffin took the exit and headed straight to the clinic located on the edge of the small town. “Was anything found that might give us answers?”
“That’s going to take time. The coroner just arrived to pick up the bodies. They’ve been ID’d as special agents Lincoln and Adler...but that’s really all we know at this point.”
Griffin frowned. He needed some good news. “Have you heard from the FBI yet?”
“I’m still waiting for them to call back. I’ll let you know as soon as they do.”
Frustrated, Griffin hung up then drove through the back of the clinic parking lot. “I know this has got to be unsettling.”
Her lower lip trembled. “I can’t get their faces out of my mind. They died trying to protect me.”
He parked in an empty space near the back door and shut off the engine, fighting the urge to pull her into his arms to tell her everything was going to be okay. Because he knew the truth. Sometimes things didn’t turn out the way you wanted. Sometimes, no matter how hard he tried, everything wouldn’t be okay.
“You know none of this is your fault,” he said finally.
“Really? Because the way I see it, those agents were killed because of me.” She stared straight ahead, that lost look back in her eyes. “It just seems so crazy. All the things I want to remember I can’t, and yet no matter how hard I try, I can’t get the picture out of my mind of that agent being shot and dying in front of me.”
“I’m so sorry you saw what you did. Sorry your being in the wrong place at the wrong time put you in this situation in the first place.”
“I guess as a deputy you would understand death.” She turned and caught his gaze. “Does it ever fade, some of the things you see?”
He looked away, wanting to ignore her question, but knew he couldn’t. “I’ve had to learn to deal with things I’ve seen, but that still doesn’t always make it easy. There are faces and stories I’ll never be able to forget.”
“Thank you for what you’ve done for me.”
He shrugged off the gratitude, ready for a change in subject. “I’m just doing my job.”
“Maybe, but you saved my life.”
Thirty minutes later the nurse had just finished stitching up Griffin’s arm when his phone rang again. He stepped into the small hallway at the back of the clinic for privacy and took the call.
“Deputy O’Callaghan...this is FBI Special Agent Mark Hill. I understand you have one of our witnesses in your custody. Victoria Faraday.”
“I do. We’re at the clinic in Timber Falls and she’s in with the doctor right now.”
“The report I received said she’s suffering from memory loss and you’d been shot.”
“I’m waiting for a report from the doctor about her, but yes. Thankfully the bullet just grazed me.” Griffin took a deep breath before asking, “I’m assuming you’ve received the news that both your agents were killed?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
Griffin hesitated. “I’m extremely sorry for your loss.”
“So am I. They were good men that are going to be greatly missed. Jinx Ryder—the man behind this—has been a thorn in the FBI’s side for far too long.”
“What can you tell me about the case?”
“I can send you the file...but, briefly, she was out hiking eight months ago and witnessed the brutal murder of a couple not too far from where you are.”
“I remember that headline.”
“We’d been hunting Jinx
