walls closed in. She wasn’t even safe in the hospital. The cops considered her a suspect, the killer had spiked her IV, and although Jake was here, he didn’t owe her anything. He could abandon her at any time.
She felt like a revolving duck at a carnival shooting gallery, ready to be picked off as she made the next turn.
Although much of her memory was lost, she knew she was a strong and determined woman. She was not going to be terrorized by a phantom and lie in bed waiting for him to finish the job.
“It’s okay,” Jake said, edging toward her. “Why don’t you get back into bed?”
“And wait to be killed or arrested? No, thanks. I’ve got to get out of here.”
She hobbled to the closet, her sore knee giving her a little trouble.
“Robin, be reasonable.” Jake blocked her.
“Please get out of my way.” She planted her hands on her hips.
He stepped aside. She grabbed the bag with her clothes and went into the bathroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Who was that woman?
“Very funny,” she muttered. She recognized herself, she just didn’t like what she saw staring back at her: a bruised and pathetic-looking woman.
“You are not pathetic. You’re just hurt. And scared.” She searched her briefcase and found her wallet. “Awesome.” She had forty bucks and a few credit cards plus her driver’s license with her address.
The cash was enough for a cab. She remembered what Jenn had written on the slip of paper: Call me anytime!
But it was the middle of the night, really not a good time to call a friend and ask for a ride. Robin could take a cab to Jenn’s place, at least that way her friend wouldn’t have to get dressed and drive to the hospital to get her.
Robin slipped on her pants and buttoned her dirt-smudged, cream-colored blouse. Her head was still foggy, but she was okay, surprisingly okay. She slung her briefcase over her shoulder and opened the bathroom door.
Her gaze locked on Jake’s amazing blue-green eyes.
“Don’t argue with me.” Robin went to the bed and searched the table for Jenn’s note.
“Why are you leaving?” he challenged.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Who was on the phone?”
She snatched Jenn’s note off the floor and shoved it into her pocket. “It doesn’t matter.”
Robin stepped around Jake, marched to the door and glanced down the hall toward the nurse’s station. A nurse sat at a desk with her back to Robin.
He stepped in front of her. “I wish you’d reconsider.”
“Please get out of my way.”
“A doctor should release you.”
“I can’t wait for a doctor.” She walked around him and opened the stairwell door.
“It’s not safe to go home,” he said, following close behind her.
She gripped the railing as she climbed down the stairs, slowly, favoring her right leg. “It isn’t safe here, either.”
He stepped in front of her and blocked the door to the ground level. “What happened?” He narrowed his eyes as if trying to read her mind.
She gripped the strap of her briefcase. Besides Jenn, this stranger was the only person she could trust. “He called my hospital room.”
“Who?”
“Death Eyes.”
“How do you know it was him?”
“He identified himself.”
“How did he know you called him that?”
“I think I whispered it before I passed out. What does it matter? He’s coming for me, and I’m not waiting around to be killed!” She closed her eyes, embarrassed by her outburst.
Jake’s warm, solid hand brushed against her sleeve. “It’s okay. Take a deep breath. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, remember?”
With a sigh, she opened her eyes. “I’d like to believe you, I really would. But let’s be real. I don’t know you. Why should you help me?”
“I’ve given you my word.” He opened the door. “My car’s in the garage.”
Great, now she was going off with a strange man?
“You can drop me at Jenn’s.”
“Please stay close,” Jake said, his hand on something inside his jacket. A gun? Did he expect Death Eyes to pop out from behind a car?
She hoped by morning the fog would lift from her brain, and she’d recall exactly what happened. At this point all she could remember were flashes of memory, frightening flashes.
She glanced at her briefcase and rubbed her fingers against the smooth leather. She remembered doing this before, brushing her hand across it while holding her cell phone to her ear.
Memories echoed in her brain.
I’m ordering you a longhorn burger as we speak.
Walking toward the elevators…noticing a light from an office spilling out into the hallway…she glanced right—
“Stop!” she gasped.
“Robin?”
She struggled to breathe, gripping Jake’s jacket with trembling fingers. “I saw the light from the office. Someone was there.”
“In the Chambers Building?”
She nodded, but words couldn’t make it past her throat.
“It’s okay.” He glanced across the half-empty garage. “Let’s get you out of here.” He put his arm protectively around her shoulder and led her to a small pickup truck.
Robin couldn’t stop trembling as the memory clawed at the edge of her mind, taunting her, terrorizing her with the unknown.
A 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.
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