She gave him a look.
He sighed. “Fine. God save me from stubborn agents. You said it looked like they’d targeted you and Agent Sullivan?”
Jane nodded. “I’d bet on it.”
“Then I think it’s time to get a police presence by your apartment.”
“I’ve got it.” She hated to call her family for help on this, but she didn’t want to get stuck with some annoyed cops having to swing by at all hours.
“I don’t think you do.” Rapp frowned.
Williams’ arrival interrupted them. He looked panicked as he stared at Sullivan, the bloody ground, and the exasperated EMTs. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Jane.”
“Jane did this?” He turned to Jane with wide eyes.
“Very funny. I didn’t shoot her, though now I’m thinking about it. We think it was the case you guys are still working.” He’d know which one she meant.
Williams looked her over, then blinked at Rapp. “Who are you?”
“The hotshot,” Sullivan said.
“Oh, right.” Williams relaxed. “Glad you’re here. I’ll take care of Jenn. Be safe, Jane. The boss is on his way too.” He helped Sullivan to her feet and guided her down the stairs, likely to the ambulance.
Jane followed and watched him get in with Sullivan, arguing that the flesh wound at her thigh could get infected and she needed to suck it up and get ready to have support. Period.
Matthew Scott suddenly appeared, looking as put together as always. He saw Jane and frowned, then frowned even harder when he noticed Rapp with her. But he only nodded before heading to the local law enforcement lead.
Jane glanced in the direction of her car, hoping Rapp might take the hint and go his own way as well.
He didn’t.
“You’re clear to leave.” He told her what she already knew. She’d already talked to the police. No one seemed to know wherethe shooters had come from or what they’d been after. Since she couldn’t say for sure she’d been the target, she hadn’t shared that detail with them. Fortunately, no one but Sullivan had been injured. And the wound appeared minor, despite all the blood.
“I’m tired and hungry. I’m going home.”
“I’ll escort you. And that’s not a request.”
She would have chewed him out. Jane wasn’t a baby and didn’t need watching. But as this was the second time she’d been shot at, only a fool would say no to another set of eyes to look out for her.
“Fine. But I’ve got backup coming. Seriously.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” Rapp directed her to his vehicle. “I’ll have your car delivered to you later. Address?”
She gave it to him then sat in the passenger seat and let the warmth and rolling sensation of the SUV lull her. Overly tired, Jane wondered if shock might be setting in. Her adrenaline had been pumping like crazy, but now that the danger had passed, she felt drained.
The next thing she knew, Rapp was calling her name and gently shaking her. “Jane.”
“Huh? What?”
He gave her a soft smile that didn’t belong on his face. He normally gave the impression of a hardened marksman out to annihilate his target. Even a smirk or sarcastic twist to his mouth would fit better than whatever that was.
“Come on, butt-kicker. Let’s get you inside.” He put his game-face back on, looking like a guy one wouldn’t want to meet in a dark—or light—alley.
“I can take care of myself.” Yet she felt sluggish.
“I know. But I’d do this if you were Gina, Diego, or Gambol. My team, my responsibility.”
