"How are you feeling?" I asked. The man had just had stitches put in after all. I'd probably be to the whining stage by now.
David glanced down at his arm. "It's a little tender, but other than that, I'm fine."
"If you need anything for the pain, let me know." I wiggled my eyebrows. "I can hook you up."
David chuckled, which had been my intent. "I'm good."
The employee parking garage was attached to the back of the hospital. We needed to take an elevator up to the fifth floor and then go across a walking bridge to reach the parking garage before using another elevator to go back down to the second floor where my car was parked.
"Do you really think you guys can do something about Jean?" I wasn't about to admit that I was constantly looking over my shoulder, afraid I'd find Jean following me again. I'd grown jumpy, anxious. It was starting to show in the bags under my eyes.
It was not a good look.
"I'm pretty sure we can. We have a lot of contacts."
"I hope you're right." It would be really great if I never had to lay eyes on Jean again.
Once we got out of the elevator on the second floor, I led David up the ramp to my car. When we were halfway up the ramp, I clicked the button on my key fob to remote start the engine.
I screamed as a wave of heat slammed into me as my car exploded, throwing me back onto the hard cement. My eyes rang so badly I could barely hear the alarms of the cars surrounding the blast.
"Skip! Skip."
Hands grabbed at me. In my confusion, I batted them away.
"Skip, it's me, David."
Eyes so round they hurt, I glanced up. "David," I whispered as I collapsed in his arms.
"Are you hurt?"
I shook my head. "I don't think so." My ears were still ringing and my body ached just a bit from being thrown to the ground, but I didn't think I was truly injured.
My jaw dropped as I looked at the burning wreckage of what used to be my car. "My car blew up."
"Yeah, it looks like Jean is upping his game."
I glanced at David. "You think this is Jean?"
"Do you have anyone else out to kill you?"
That was a very good question.
Chapter Eight
David
I kept Skip close to me as I watched the firemen put out the burning car. Once it had cooled enough for someone to get close to it, the fire inspector would try and determine what had caused the blast, although it was pretty evident that it had been a bomb.
I seethed with rage every time I thought about it. Someone was after Skip, and I was going to find out who it was and wrap my hands around their throat. If he hadn't hit the remote start, we both would have been dead, either killed by the blast or burned alive.
It was not a comforting thought.
I turned when I heard another vehicle. Relief flooded me when I recognized Sal behind the wheel. I hadn't been getting a lot of cooperation from the officers on scene because I was considered one of the victims in the incident.
Made me want to smack them.
Sal parked several parking spaces away and then climbed out of the vehicle. The rest of my team climbed out and joined him before all the men on SWAT team one started walking toward me and Skip.
