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“Are you hit?” Jake yelled as he maneuvered his car through a hairpin turn.

Jessie did a quick inventory. “No. You?”

“No, but stay down.”

“I could say the same to you.” But he didn’t stay down. He continued to speed away from the person who had just tried to kill them. Or her. Jessie suspected those bullets had been meant for her.

God, would this nightmare ever end?

“Is he following us?” she asked, unable to see for herself. But she didn’t have to wait for Jake to answer. Another bullet skipped off the roof, gashing into the metal and even the leather interior just overhead. Someone meant business. “Did you get a look at the gunman?”

“Just a man in a white car. The first digit of the license plate was C.”

“The last was F,” Jessie provided, after she pulled in a generous breath. Not that it helped. Every inch of her was on a razor-sharp edge, her body braced for the fight. A fight she could easily lose. And losing this fight would mean dying. “There was mud or something covering the rest of the plate. I think it might be the same man who kidnapped me.”

Jake made another turn, his gaze darting between the rearview mirror and the street ahead. “I thought you said there were four people who kidnapped you.”