he stepped directly in front of Barbara Jean’s wheelchair and confronted her. “Did you see him? Can you can give us a description of the man who killed your sister, the same man who killed my Jenny?” Judd leaned down, grasped the arms of her wheelchair and demanded, “If you don’t help us now, he’ll kill another woman before we can stop him. Is that what you want?”
Reacting immediately, Nic Baxter came around the side of the wheelchair, straight toward Judd. But before she could reach him, Griff clamped his hands down on Judd’s shoulders and yanked him away from Barbara Jean. She stared wide-eyed and mouth agape at the man who had accosted her.
Judd jerked free, barreled around, and lifted his fists to attack Griff. Acting purely on instinct, Lindsay stepped in between the two big men. From out of nowhere, Rick Carson appeared behind Griff. Apparently, he had been only a few steps behind Nic and Barbara Jean.
Griff bristled. The skin tightened over his sharp cheekbones and his ice blue eyes squinched with anger.
Judd froze to the spot and glared at Lindsay, her intervention acting as the deterrent she had hoped it would. Apparently, Judd wasn’t so far gone that he would actually resort to hitting her.
“Get Mr. Walker under control or I will,” Nic told Griff.
Griff motioned for Lindsay to move, then when she did, he locked his fierce gaze to Judd’s. “Is that what you want? You want to be taken into custody by the FBI?”
Judd didn’t respond verbally, simply loosened his tightly fisted hands and relaxed his battle-ready stance.
Observing Judd’s withdrawal, Griff spoke to Lindsay, “Carson will take over and get him out of here. You’ll fly home with me.”
When Rick Carson came forward, Judd backed away, and Lindsay feared another confrontation. But Rick made no move to touch Judd, who seemed more than ready to cause an even worse scene in the hospital corridor.
Lindsay moved closer to Griff in order to speak privately with him. “Let me take care of Judd. He’s less likely to resist going with me than he is if you try to send him with Rick.”
“It’s obvious that Judd’s emotional and mental stability has worsened,” Griff said. “He’s dangerous now.”
“I know,” she replied. “But he’s more dangerous to himself than to anyone else.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” She had never lied to Griff, and she wasn’t actually lying now. She wanted to believe that Judd did not pose a physical threat to her, despite knowing that he still possessed the power to destroy her emotionally.
Griff nodded. “Be careful.”
“I will.”
Griff then turned to Barbara Jean Hughes, bent down on his haunches, and clasped the woman’s hands.
Meek as a lamb, Judd left the hospital with Lindsay. His submissive attitude worried her far more than if he’d been openly belligerent. She tried to think of something to say to him, but she came up blank. When they walked outside, the cold night air blasted them the minute the hospital doors closed behind them. She paused long enough to button her coat before heading to the parking deck.
Judd lifted his face to the wind, as if he liked the feel of the bitter cold. “So, what now, my little savior?” he asked, the tone of his voice strangely amicable.
Looking over the parking lot in front of them, an area reserved for doctors and VIPs, Lindsay succinctly explained her plan. “We’re going to find a decent restaurant and eat supper. Then we’re getting a couple of rooms at a local motel for tonight. Come morning, we’re going back to Tennessee.” She removed her gloves from her coat pocket and slipped them on. “I can either drive you back to the hunting lodge and dump your sorry ass off, and leave you to drown in self-pity …” She paused, expecting a snide remark of some type. When he didn’t respond, she continued, “Or if you can behave yourself, I’ll take you to Griff’s and you can be part of our investigation again, the way you were in the beginning.” “Either or, huh?”
“Take it or leave it.” Uncertain what Judd would do, she headed toward the two-level parking deck on the west side of the hospital.
He caught up with her before she reached her Trailblazer parked on the bottom level. “I’d like a big, juicy steak for supper. How about you?”
Lindsay released a deep breath. She hadn’t known for sure how he would react to her issuing orders and giving him an ultimatum. Relieved by the normalcy in his voice, she replied, “A steak sounds great.”
When she clicked the unlock button on the remote device attached to her key chain, Judd came around to the driver’s side and opened the door for her. His gentlemanly action surprised her, so much so that she gasped and then glanced over her shoulder.
“I’m just showing you that I can be a good boy,” Judd said, smiling. But his smoky topaz eyes remained void of any real emotion.
She nodded. “If I take you home with me to Griff’s place—”
“I’ll behave myself.”
“If you don’t …” No, don’t issue him another warning. Just tell him exactly what’s what. “Griff’s your friend, or at least he’s tried to be. But you haven’t made it easy. If you screw up this time, it will be the last time as far as Griff is concerned. You’ve used up all your second chances with him.”
“What about you? Are you ready to wash your hands of me, too?”
Lindsay got inside her SUV, slid behind the wheel, and glanced up at Judd, who stood by the open door. “If you want me to help you one more time, let’s not make it personal.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want.”
He nodded, then closed the door, rounded the back of the vehicle, and got in on the passenger side. Once seated and belted, Judd said, “It should never have gotten personal between us. You’re too nice a girl to get hung up on a guy like me. I’ve got nothing to offer you and I never will. You know that, don’t you?”
Lindsay started the engine. Clutching the steering wheel with white-knuckled force, she closed her eyes for a millisecond, then said, “I know. You’ve made it abundantly clear, more than once.”
She backed out of the parking place and headed the Trailblazer into the late evening traffic.
Griff had told Rick Carson to stay in Williamstown and stick close to Lindsay, to be prepared to move in and protect her from Judd if it became necessary. Although he’d known Judd a lot longer than Lindsay had—and maybe because he had—he didn’t trust his old friend’s emotional and mental stability these days. Despite enduring everything he’d put her through during the past three and a half years—like a real trooper—Lindsay couldn’t take much more. When everyone else had given up on Judd, she hadn’t. And now, once again, she’d persuaded Griff to give the guy another chance to straighten up and fly right.
God, he hoped her faith in Judd wasn’t misplaced.
“We need to talk,” Nic Baxter said, as she
