that moment a pair of headlights crested the hill and came toward them, followed by another set. Colin shifted his body to shield the woman as the boys trudged back to the car, muttering their disappointment. The tension in his body relaxed a little when he heard the doors slamming on his SUV.
Dear Lord, please protect us from whoever shot this woman. Let this be help arriving. Keep her and the boys safe.
He used his flashlight to flag down the approaching vehicle, hoping there would be safety in numbers, all the while keeping his body between the line of trees and the woman lying on the pavement.
“I might be able to hit her, Roy,” the stocky man whispered from the dark cover of the woods.
Hunkered down next to him, Roy took in the scene as more and more people stopped to help the man in the car. “Too risky. If she makes it, we’ll take care of her later. Come on. Let’s get out of here.” He tugged on Manny’s gun arm.
“I know I can.”
“Listen, you have what, a few bullets left? There’s a time to take a stand. And a time to retreat.”
“But she saw us.”
Roy noticed the large man who’d hit the woman raise his head and look toward where they were hidden. Somehow he got the distinct impression the man had heard them even though they were seventy feet away and talking so low it would take someone with super abilities to hear them. For a few seconds he felt as though it were noon and they were exposed for all to see—at least, for the man who drove the SUV.
A third car stopped at the scene of the wreck. Too many people. Whenever he got an itch that needed scratching, Roy knew it was time to cut his losses. He slipped back into the denser underbrush, keeping his eyes trained on the large man hovering over the woman. There was something menacing about him, Roy thought, remembering when the man discovered the woman had been shot. Alertness had stiffened him, his sharp gaze taking in his surroundings as if guns and shootings were an everyday occurrence for him.
A few yards into the woods Roy pivoted and headed back toward the cabin, pleased to hear his partner following. Their employer wouldn’t be too happy to hear about this, especially when they hadn’t been able to discover the packet they’d been sent to retrieve. Manny might think the woman posed a problem for them, but Roy knew otherwise. Their employer didn’t take too kindly to people who messed up.
The woman’s eyes snapped open and looked right at Colin. The honey-brown of her gaze pinned him. He leaned forward to listen to her whispered words.
“Help…Derek.”
“Where is he?”
She blinked. Terror and pain twisted her features. “I can’t…” She licked her lips. “I can’t…see.” She tried to move, winced and groaned. Her eyelids slid closed. “Derek. Help…him.”
“Where is he?” Colin turned so his ear was only inches from her mouth.
“Plea…” Her voice faded, only a faint wisp of breath touching his ear.
Colin straightened, scanning the faces of the people standing nearby in a semicircle. “Is anyone a doctor?”
A woman, who had just arrived, stepped forward. “I’m a nurse. Let me see what I can do.”
The middle-aged nurse assessed the damage while removing her sweater and pressing it into the woman’s shoulder to stop the flow of blood. “Has anyone called 9–1-1?”
“Yes.”
“This woman was shot. What happened?” The nurse looked up at Colin.
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
The sound of sirens mingled with the whispers of the people gathered. Another car stopped and two men got out, hanging back from the crowd around the woman.
“Is either one of you a doctor?” Colin asked the new arrivals, hearing the desperate edge to his words. This woman couldn’t die. Please, God, keep her alive. I’ve seen enough people dying to fill five lifetimes. Memories threatened to swamp him with emotions he never wanted to relive.
The taller of the two said, “No, sorry.”
Colin returned his attention to the woman on the pavement, her petite frame silhouetted by the headlights from several cars. Her dark pants were torn in places as well as her short-sleeved shirt.
She wore only one sandal. He glanced around for her lost shoe. He didn’t see it. He examined the bottom of her bare foot. Cuts and dirt greeted his inspection as though she had been running through the woods without one shoe for a long distance. Red-painted toenails taunted him with the mystery that surrounded this woman.
Who was Derek?
Who had shot her?
Where had she come from?
The shriek of the sirens came to a stop as the ambulance pulled up. Colin moved back to allow the paramedics to examine the woman. A sheriff’s deputy, a member of his congregation, climbed from his cruiser and walked toward him.
“Can you tell me what happened here, Reverend?”
The three teenagers clambered out of the SUV and hurried toward the deputy, all talking at once.
Colin waved at them to be silent. “John, I was driving home from the youth conference when this woman ran out in front of my car. I thought I was going to be able to avoid her until she spun around and lunged into my path.”
Brent nodded. “She came right at us. Someone shot her!”
“Shot? Then this isn’t a car accident?” the deputy asked.
“No,” all the teenagers answered.
“Excuse me. I need to call this in. Get more help out here.”
While the deputy walked to his cruiser, Colin’s focus shifted to the woman being wheeled to the ambulance. He wished he could follow the ambulance to the hospital. If he hadn’t been on the highway, would she have made it safely to the other side? That was a question he was afraid would plague him for a long time. She had been shot, but how extensive were the injuries caused by his SUV? He couldn’t stop the questions from coming. Who was she? Who was Derek? Who shot her? Why?
When the deputy came back, he said, “You all will have to go down to the station to make a statement.”
“Even them?” Colin hated the boys being involved.
“I’m afraid so. Neil’s dad will be out here shortly. He’ll take you in and get your statements.”
Brent, Jamie and Neil looked at one another, their eyes wide.
“Can we call our parents to tell them we’ll be late getting home?” Jamie held up his cell phone.
“Sure.” John Edwards pulled Colin over to the side away from the three teenagers. “Did you see anyone chasing her?”
