You don’t know for sure this is connected.
Yes, she did, and while she couldn’t change what happened, Janie could try to make it right. Press Secretary Daley’s face flashed before her mind’s eye, along with that jerk of a Secret Service agent, Christopher Campbell.
Both men, along with Dr. Nguyen and that one fraud of a shrink were complicit in Amy’s death. There were still a lot of questions, and though she and the members of Echo Team may not have all the answers, one thing was crystal clear. Devon was attacked because they were getting close to the truth, which meant they couldn’t give up now.
Don’t think you’re going to make much progress hiding out in a hospital bathroom, though.
Janie opened her eyes and pushed herself away from the door. After using the facilities to buy herself just a little more time, Janie washed her hands thoroughly before drying them off and tossing the wad of paper towels in the trash.
A quick glance at her reflection in the mirror mounted over the small sink made her physically cringe. She hadn’t even considered her appearance when she and Emmett hauled ass here, but now…
Yikes.
In a rush, Janie grabbed a spare hair tie from her purse and fashioned her hair into a messy bun. Since there wasn’t much she could do about the red splotches around her eyes, she abandoned her reflection and turned off the lights before opening the door.
It snicked shut behind her as a man in scrubs appeared from around the corner to her right. He smiled, pushing an empty wheelchair across the tiled floor. Janie was struck with the sense that he looked vaguely familiar.
Their eyes met, and that’s when she knew.
It’s him!
It was the man from her hotel room. The one who’dbroken in wearing that black ski mask and made her think she was going to die.
The greens of his eyes were what gave him way. They were cold. Uncaring. Completely void of any real emotion.
Janie turned to run, her mouth falling open with the intent of screaming for help. But her cries never made it past her parted lips.
Something sharp pinched the side of her neck, and Janie reached up with a slap of her palm. Her fingertips brushed against something there, still held in the man’s gloved hand.
A syringe.
Terror spiked through her system, turning her blood to ice. She tried fighting the man off, but her arms suddenly refused to work. A wave of dizziness struck as the world around her began spinning out of control.
The man grabbed her, forcing her body down into the wheelchair before securing her feet on the flat, metal rests. He spun them around and began pushing her down the hall, in the opposite direction as Emmett.
Please help me!
Janie tried screaming once more. At least, she thought she did. She was no longer sure about that or anything else. A tear rolled down her cheek unchecked.
The man continued pushing her farther away from Emmett and Detective Boone. Janie’s vision tunneled, and soon there was nothing left. Only darkness and the fleeting thought that her life had come to an end.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Emmett stared through the door’s small window at the battered woman asleep in the bed. The bastards couldn’t get to Janie, so they’d chosen to go after her friend. A move none of them could have seen coming.
“So.” Boone stood at his left. “You had your guy Savage look into me, huh?”
“You say that as if you haven’t looked into all of us.”
“Fair enough.” A deep chuckle shook the other man’s shoulders as his attention went back to the patient sleeping in the next room. “Why do you think she came to town?”
“No clue.” Emmett shrugged with a sigh. “Hopefully she’ll wake up soon, and we’ll be able to ask her directly.”
He looked away, watching and waiting for Janie’s return.
“Is your girl okay?”
Emmett turned his body to face the hallway where Janie had last been seen. “She’s tough. She’ll be fine.”
