Stop. Don’t go there. Focus.
She pressed her fingers to her temple and breathed.
Then it hit her again.
Not the attack this time. Something earlier.
She was at her desk—her old desk in New York, the one by the window that looked out over the street. It was late, and the office mostly empty. She’d been going through quarterly reports when she’d found the first discrepancy. A transfer, routed through three different accounts, ending somewhere it shouldn’t.
She’d almost missed it.
She’d gone back through six months of records that night, and she’d found several more suspicious findings. In the end, she had pages of notes she didn’t know what to do with.
So she’d done the logical thing. She’d gone to Gio.
Because I trusted him.
He’d promised to look into it.
The memory dissolved before it finished forming, leaving only a residue—the sick feeling of having trusted the wrong person.
“Hey.” Micah’s hand was on her arm. “You went somewhere again.”
“I’m here.” She blinked hard. “I’m here.”
His eyes searched her face. “What’s happening? And don’t say nothing.”
“Flashbacks. From New York. They keep—” She shook her head. “I can’t quite catch them. They’re there, and then they’re gone.”
Micah was quiet a moment. “Your memories.”
“I think so.” She pressed her hand to her temple again. “I think they’re coming back. But right now I can’t . . . I can’t sort through them. Not until Grace is safe.”
He studied her face another long moment.
Then he nodded. “Okay.”
They would have the chance to talk later . . . he hoped.
Right now, he needed to get another deputy here so he could use his vehicle and gun.
Then he was going to go after these guys himself.
Knox pulled up fast and threw open his door before the vehicle fully stopped.
“Sheriff.” He climbed out in one motion, taking in the scene—Micah without a weapon, Naomi with blood at her temple, the empty road. His expression darkened. “What do you need?”
“Your keys.” Micah held out his hand.
Knox tossed them without hesitation.
“And I’m going to need your gun,” Micah said.
Knox handed it over.
Micah turned to Naomi and guided her toward the passenger side. She moved under her own power. But her hand kept drifting toward her temple, and twice in the last five minutes he’d watched her eyes go somewhere far away and come back looking shaken.
He didn’t like it.
