Teddy punched the gas and whipped onto Justice Road, barely missing another ambulance. He turned left.
“Just drive right into the police station parking lot and up to the front. Hit the sidewalk. I don’t care.” I turned around to see if Kurt was still coming.
“Crap.” Teddy yanked the wheel hard to the right to avoid a motorcycle cop careening toward the scene.
I fell to the side and thunked my head on the window.
Teddy swerved again onto Cedar Avenue. “I’m trying to get back,” he muttered.
Kelsey looked over the back of the seat. “I don’t understand.” She still kept the cloth against her bleeding head. “Why are we running from Kurt?”
I couldn’t see him through the back window. “He was coming at us with a gun. It makes sense, right? He’s working with the bomber. It’s the only way all of this happened.” I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was coming. Where was he? The further we were from the police station, the more danger we were in. “Teddy? Turn around.”
“I’m trying,” Teddy snapped. “There are cars coming like crazy and there hasn’t been a chance.”
“Sorry.” I settled back and tried to calm myself. “Do you have your phone?”
He shook his head and peered into the back window. Rain covered it. “I don’t see anybody following us.”
I had to get a call to Aiden. “Okay. Take a left on Acorn Road, left on Elm, and then we’ll hit Justice Road again and go to the police. We have to get to the station.” I needed to get to safety and then call Aiden and let him know about Kurt.
Teddy took a left on Acorn Road. “All right. Just hold on.” He was going too fast, but I didn’t complain. How many people had been hurt in the blasts? I swallowed soot and coughed it out. How long had Kurt been working with Barensky? My head hurt. I really needed an aspirin or something.
I watched Elm Avenue fly by. “Teddy? You missed the road.” The guy was probably out of his mind. The wind threw pine needles across the windows.
“Sorry. Willow Lane is coming up.” He took the turn to Willow Lane, and the truck bumped, nearly on two wheels. But he turned right instead of left, thus driving away from Justice Road.
“Teddy? Wrong way.” I leaned toward him. Had he hit his head worse than I’d thought?
Kelsey gasped and leaned against her door, her pupils dilated. “Teddy?”
His hazel gaze met mine in the mirror. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”
I looked down to see that he had a gun pointed at Kelsey’s ribcage.
Chapter 38
This was unbelievable.
Teddy drove us to the small county airport and parked outside a medium sized hangar. He’d kept the gun pointed at Kelsey the entire drive, so even if I’d wanted to jump out of the speeding truck, I couldn’t leave her alone with him.
Shock kept my mind numb, and I had to get control of myself.
He grabbed Kelsey by the hair with his good hand to drag her across the seat and out the door. “Move, Anna. I will shoot her.” Gone was the placid and easy-going bank manager with the injured shoulder. A chill lived in this guy’s eyes.
I scrambled out of the truck and into the blowing rain, where I set my feet to keep from falling over.
“This way.” He propelled Kelsey toward a doorway in the side of the hangar.
I looked around for help, but the area was deserted. The storm prevented anybody from flying right now. I followed, searching for anything I could use as a weapon.
Then we were inside an empty hangar, all dripping rainwater to pool on the cement. There was room for one corporate jet in the main area while a small office sat over to the left. Probably for the pilots.
Teddy gestured toward the outside of the office wall, where a few round hooks had been set into the concrete. The cement around the hooks was a different color than the rest of the wall, showing they’d been added very recently. “Sit there or I’ll shoot you.”
I reached for Kelsey’s hand, and we limped over to sit where he’d instructed. The hooks were above our heads by a couple of inches.
Kelsey looked up at him. “I don’t understand.”
