Leaving Jake and Rachel where?
Jake heard the sirens. Was it police cars, or maybe an ambulance? Maybe the bastard wasn’t dead, after all.
Jake ached to step out from behind the pillar and find out what was going on. Instead he linked his fingers with Rachel’s, leading her in the other direction.
“Where are we going?” she gasped out.
“To an apartment over one of my antique shops.”
“Do you have hiding places all over the city?”
“No. It’s just an empty rental unit.”
“Is that safe?”
“For a while.”I hope, he silently added.
They walked down the street at a normal pace, even though he wanted to get out of sight as soon as possible. As they turned down a side street, he felt safer. They wended their way toward the antique shop, then stopped short when he heard a radio blaring from an apartment.
“City police have shot an armed man in the French Quarter. According to authorities, the suspect drew a gun when he saw a patrol officer, and the officer opened fire. The injured man has been taken to Saint Luke’s Hospital in critical condition.”
Rachel gasped. “We have to go there.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know. But I feel like it’s important.”
Jake clenched his teeth. “We can’t. We have to lie low until it’s safe, then get out of the city.”
“And then what?” Rachel asked.
“I don’t know!”
Rachel gave him a pleading look. “Please, let me go to the hospital. It’s important, but I can do it by myself.”
He grimaced. “We can’t,”
“I’m sorry, but it’s tugging at me. I have to or . . .”
“Or what?”
“I don’t know. I only know I have to.”
“One of your Tarot card reader hunches?”
“Yes.” She looked so frantic that his throat constricted.
He didn’t want to go anywhere near the hospital, but he felt Rachel’s urgency coming off of her in waves.
“Okay,” he muttered.
She clenched her hand on his arm. “Thank you. And don’t tell me it’s my funeral.”
The hospital was in walking distance, and they approached cautiously.
Now what?Jake asked, still wishing that they’d gone to the vacant apartment.
You know everything about the city.How do we get in?
