want to stay here with you,” her mother said stubbornly.
Marise was surprised. She knew her mother well, and usually knew how to assuage her. “I need to do this, and I need to do it alone. I can’t help the police if I’m worrying about you.”
Paul looked rebellious, then resigned. “You’re determined?”
“Yes.”
Her mother looked horrified. “Paul?”
He shook his head. “If I’ve learned anything about Mare, it’s that when she makes up her mind, we might as well do as she wants.” He gave her a small grin. “She doesn’t do it often, but I’ve learned to heed her when she does.”
He looked back at Cara Merrick. “And I don’t like the idea of her living in terror for the rest of her life.” He turned to Marise. “When will you join us in Seattle?”
“I’m not sure,” she said. “A few days. No later than the middle of next week.” She knew that was pushing it. But she could do their skating program in her sleep. Two weeks of practice should be sufficient. She was fully aware how important the Sectional was to Paul, and she would never, never ruin his chances.
“You’ll try to make it sooner?” he asked.
“Yes. I won’t let you down.”
He hesitated, then took her hand. “You never did answer me. The question I asked…before all this happened.”
She hesitated, then said, “Too much has happened in the past two days,” she said. “I…can’t make a decision now.”
But she had. And from the disappointed look in his eyes, he suspected it.
He said nothing. “We’ll stay with you until that detective returns and we know exactly what he plans to do,” he said. “We can stay at the hotel tonight and fly to Seattle in the morning.”
“You chartered the plane for this afternoon,” she reminded him.
“We can cancel that.”
She nodded. She couldn’t deny them that.
Her mother tried once more. “I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you, after all…”
The familiar guilt surged through Marise again. But this time she wasn’t going to let it guide her. “Nothing is going to happen to me.”
Despite Paul’s seeming acquiescence, she knew they hadn’t given up. They were just going to give her time to reconsider on her own. She would surely see sense. She always did.
But she wouldn’t. Not this time. It was too important. Not only for her, but for others.
And MacKay would make sure she was safe.
She felt a rising excitement—and fear—as she thought of the days ahead. Perhaps, at last, she would have some influence on her own destiny.
Chapter 4
Cassidy paced restlessly, fielding questions from his boss as to manpower, risk and chances of success—with and without the figure skater.
“You sure she’s willing to go through with this?” Captain Haynes asked.
“Yes.”
“And you can protect her?”
“I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t believe I could.”
“There’s no other way?”
“She just didn’t see enough,” Cassidy said. “I’m pretty sure it’s someone connected to the hospital, but it could be one of their employees, ex-employees, people who go there often—med techs, police, ambulance drivers, even linen-truck drivers. That includes thousands of people.”
“Then, who do we get to protect her?”
“People I know,” Cassidy said. “I want to pick my team.”
“How long?”
“She has to leave next week.”
“And you feel the perp might go after her?”
“He took a tremendous chance in going to her room last night. There could have been cops inside. Hell, there should have been.”
“Maybe he had a cover story in case someone questioned him.”
Cassidy frowned. “I’m sure he did. He’s clever as hell. And if we don’t get him now, he’ll probably go underground for a while. What really worries me is that he might follow Marise Merrick to Seattle.”
“If we set a trap using her, and anything goes wrong, you know what will happen. We’ll both be busted to the streets—if not thrown off the force.”
Cassidy nodded.
“I’ll take this upstairs and give you an answer this afternoon. In the meantime, I would suggest you clean up. Get a few hours’ sleep. Someone with her now?”
“Two uniforms. And Manny.”
“What about your other cases?”
“They can wait for a few days.”
“Give them to Malcolm and Perry.”
Cassidy nodded. “Thanks.”
“Just make it work.”
Cassidy grabbed a couple of hours’ sleep, then washed and shaved. The phone rang. It was Manny.
“She’s being released,” he said.
“I think we’ll get the go-ahead. The captain signed off on it. Stick with her. Make sure there’s a uniform as well. Check their badge numbers with headquarters.”
“You don’t think…”
“I don’t think anything at the moment. I just don’t want to take any chances. Call me when you have the hotel and room number. Drive them over in your car.”
“My car isn’t very elegant.”
“Just do it.”
She was smaller and even shorter than he’d thought as she’d padded across the hotel suite barefoot, wearing a track suit. She had such a presence about her that he’d thought she would be taller. Five-three, he remembered her telling the artist. But it hadn’t really registered.
At six feet, he towered over her.
The bandage was gone. Her blond hair was damp and pulled back into a ponytail. She looked sixteen. She’s twenty-four. Nearly twenty-five, he told himself. He’d brought up the statistics on his computer. He’d wanted to know everything there was to know about her before taking that last step.
