the concussion, will I remember what happened?”
“I don’t think anyone can tell you that. I suppose time will help. What did the doctor say?”
“That time will help.” She shot her new friend a rueful smile. Then frowned. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I have a lot of time.”
Lights flickered behind her eyes. She blinked, then lowered her lids as she sat on the edge of the bed. No, not lights. Flames. Smoke. Choking her. She gasped and opened her eyes.
Amber stood, brows drawn in concern. “Are you okay?”
Robin raked a hand through her drying hair. “Yes. I think I just... I don’t know. Remembered the fire. Maybe.”
“Anything else?”
“Choking on the smoke. Feeling like I couldn’t breathe.”
“I would think that’s normal. You were trapped, right?”
“I... Yes. I mean, I think so.” She frowned. “Was I?”
“That’s what Toby said. He said you broke the window out of one of the bathrooms and escaped that way.”
“Then I guess that’s true.” She pressed her palms against her eyes, then lowered them with a sigh. “So, what do you do when you’re not guarding people?”
Amber smiled. “I take care of my family. I have a nine-year-old son and a one-year-old daughter.”
“I’m taking you away from your family. I’m so sorry!” Remorse had a bitter taste.
“Hey, it’s okay, really,” Amber said, her voice low and soothing. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to help out and I’m glad to do it.”
“Still...”
“No, not ‘still.’ It’s fine, I promise.”
Robin sighed. “Well, thank you. I appreciate it.”
“Any big Christmas plans?” Amber asked.
Was the change of subject an attempt to get Robin’s mind off everything? Possibly. “No big plans.” At least she didn’t think so. If this Christmas followed true to the pattern of past ones, she would be curled up somewhere on a sofa watching It’s a Wonderful Life. “I suppose my plan is to stay alive to see Christmas.”
“An excellent plan.”
“What about you? Any favorite Christmas traditions?”
“Mmm,” Amber said. “Yes. My family loves Christmas. We usually gather at my parents’ house, eat too much, watch football, play some football if the weather cooperates, take a horse ride, play in the snow...” She shrugged. “Stuff like that.”
“Sounds idyllic,” Robin said softly. Sounded exactly what she’d always dreamed of Christmas being—but not one she’d ever experienced. Longing welled and she cleared her throat. “Toby said you were in law enforcement before. What branch?”
“I used to work for one of the government agencies.”
“So, you’d rather not say.”
Amber gave her a faint smile. “Not unless it will help you feel better.”
“You don’t have to tell me.” She figured it was probably the CIA or something like that. “Do you miss it?”
The woman shrugged and glanced out the window before turning back. “Sometimes. But I’d miss my family more if I were still working, so I help out some friends who are still active every now and then.”
“Like Toby?”
“Like Toby.”
Robin pressed a hand against her aching head. “I wonder where he is.”
Toby stashed the bag in the back seat and scanned the area one more time. The guy was gone, and Toby started to wonder if he’d been overreacting in the store.
When his phone rang, he yanked it from his pocket and glanced at the screen. “Yeah, Ben, what’s up?” He turned his attention to the parking lot, the cars leaving and arriving, the people loading their bags. The guy’s car was still in its spot.
“The fire at the lab’s been ruled arson.”
He walked to the back of the vehicle and noted the license plate. “That didn’t take long.”
“ATF guys found bomb materials. They’ve been shifting through everything with the dogs.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised.” In fact, he would have been surprised to hear otherwise.
“So, right now, we’re looking for someone who has the motive to blow it up,” Ben said. “What was going on in there that someone wanted to get rid of?”
“I’ve already passed on to you everything I know.” Which hadn’t been much. Ben already had the background on all of the employees, including as much personal information that Toby had been able to dig up.
“Hold on a second,” Ben said. “I’ve got a text coming through.”
While Ben checked his messages, Toby did a three-sixty, still on high alert. There was nothing there to alarm him and yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. He pushed the cart to join the others in the designated area.
“Toby?” Ben was back on the line.
“Yeah?” He headed back to his truck, his nerves itching.
“Alan Roberts and another man were found dead at the scene. They both had bullet holes in them.”
“Great. Just great. Who’s the other guy?”
“Not sure. They’re still trying to ID him. May have to use dental records.”
“Alan has a family,” Toby said softly. “And a little girl fighting leukemia.”
“Oh boy.” Ben sighed.
“Yeah.” Toby frowned and took another look around the parking lot. It was busy, with a steady stream of people. “Once we know the identity of the other guy, maybe we’ll know why they were killed.”
“I hope to have that information soon. How’s Robin?”
“Hanging in there, but she doesn’t remember anything that happened at the lab.”
“Nothing?”
“No. Seems like she’s lost the last six months of her life at the moment.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I wish.”
“Fabulous.” Ben paused. “We need her to remember.”
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