Or she was working for Solomon. Maybe he wanted to get rid of his own clinic. If he’s still alive, he could be dangerous. And suppose she does know the guy who funded the clinic. What if he’s the one who sent Carter Frederick after her? What’s hegoing to do when he finds out she’s not dead? If I were her, I’d go into hiding. Like us.
Rachel sighed.That’s probably smart.
When they reached the lobby it was quite a different scene from when they arrived. Several camera crews and reporters had set up shop there. Ducking to the side, Rachel and Jake waited until a young blond reporter began to give her stand-up.
“A man who drew a gun on a police officer earlier today and was shot by the officer has died. He was not carrying identification, and his identity is still unknown. He is believed to be in his early thirties. A white male with blond hair and blue eyes. The name of the officer involved in the shooting is being withheld, pending an investigation.”
“Carter Frederick’s dead,” Rachel breathed.
“Unless this is another police scam.”
“Why would they . . . ?” She shrugged, then made a small sound. Not wanting anyone to hear their conversation, she continued silently.I guess he went to the bad place.
Probably where he belongs.
He wasscared of what was going to happen to him.
You don’t feel sorry for him, do you?
I can’t help it. He was so frightened.
Not frightened enough to keep him from running from the cops the first chance he got.
I guess his criminal instincts were too strong.
They left their visitor’s badges on the counter and stepped into the twilight.
Where are we going?Rachel asked.
To the apartment I mentioned.
Not your house?
Right now, I think it’s safer to stay under the radar.
They were each lost in their own thoughts as they walked back to the heart of the French Quarter. The entrance to the apartment was around back, and as they reached the stairway leading upward, Rachel realized that she hadn’t heard much of what Jake was thinking.
You’re learning to block me,she said.
I think you did it at the hospital before we got to Evelyn’s room.
I was trying.
It’s a good skill to have in the long run.
They walked up the backstairs to the apartment. The key was on the top of the doorframe, and when they stepped inside, Rachel saw the place was beautifully furnished with antiques that must have come from the shop below.
She breathed out a little sigh as Jake closed the door behind them.
“I’d like to say we’re safe,” Jake said. “But what I said before still counts. We’ve got to stay in hiding until the situation with the clinic is resolved.”
“It will be. Maybe not this week,” Rachel murmured.
“How do you know?”
“The same intuition that made me think that Evelyn Morgan was alive and in that hospital room.”
“Nice to be able to sense the future.”
