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THREE

Dylan’s words settled over the room like a dark thundercloud. An ominous silence ensued between them.

Bear shook his head and emitted a low whistle. “Things are getting a little too dicey in here for me. You two work this out. I’ll be outside the door making sure everything’s set.”

After Bear stepped outside, Angelina sat on the edge of the bed. She looked into Dylan’s eyes and tried to find answers to her unasked questions. She sighed. She didn’t trust him. She didn’t believe he could keep her safe but she realized, for right now, there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.

“What do you have planned?” She grimaced and again fingered the bandage wrapped across her forehead as a lightning bolt of pain grabbed her. “How long do I have to stay here?”

“Not long. I’ve already put things in motion to have a safe house ready as soon as you’re discharged.”

“And if I don’t want to go to a safe house? If I don’t want to cooperate?”

Dylan didn’t respond. The hard glint in his eyes did the talking for him.

Once there had been warmth and gentleness in Dylan’s demeanor. Though she understood his coldness and distance, it still surprised her and she wished for just a flash of that former warmth.

“Are you certain it was my father who killed Maria and shot me?”

“I doubt whether your father was the actual shooter. He’s too smart to dirty his hands a second time. But did he order the hit? What do you think? You are the only person standing between him and a date with a lethal injection.”

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to believe my father is trying to have me killed.” She shrugged. “He’s my dad. What kind of dad tries to kill his own daughter?” She didn’t know what hurt more, the physical pain of her injuries or the emotional pain of trying to deal with the current situation. “When I left protective custody, I thought Dad would believe I’d changed my mind about testifying and would no longer pose a threat. It’s why I felt safer staying in this area.” Her shoulders sagged beneath the weight of the truth. “I was wrong.” She gazed up at him. “Maybe about a lot of things.”

“Why, Angelina?”

She knew his question wasn’t about her father or her decision to remain in Atlantic City. She saw all of the pain, confusion and anger in his eyes. His question was about them.

Three years ago their relationship had been new and exciting. Their time together in protective custody cemented the friendship they’d shared as kids and laid the foundation for something more meaningful as adults. They spent nights talking in front of the fire about shared interests and goals. Their many walks on the grounds of their hideaway led them to discover a mutual love of nature. Angelina believed there might be a possibility of a future together. Until the note exchange made her lose her faith in him.

Dylan wore his emotions on his face and she knew this reunion wasn’t easy on either one of them. She could see how he struggled. Part of him tried to put on a professional air and act as though the past hadn’t happened.

But the other part of him...

When he looked at her, she saw his pain. Yet the anger in his face was tempered by the gentleness of his touch. She knew he wondered if what they’d shared had been real or merely a ploy. She wondered the same thing of him.

But none of it mattered now. She couldn’t give him answers she didn’t have. It had been another time and place. A moment of stability in a world of chaos. A safe haven.

But real?

The only thing real anymore was that Dylan McKnight was law enforcement and that meant he couldn’t be trusted.

Angelina rubbed her face with her hands. “I need to get out of here. I need to get away...” Her voice trailed off.

“Angelina, you saw your father murder your neighbor, a man you knew very well. I don’t care if he’s your father or not. I can’t believe you’re hesitating about testifying after what you saw him do.”

When she spoke her words were merely a whisper. “You don’t understand.”

“Explain it to me.”

Her eyes challenged him. “I hated what he did. It made me sick. It made me scared. Of course, I wanted him punished. I still do.”

“Then why did you run?”

Wetness welled in her eyes.

“I wanted to live! I didn’t believe you or anyone else could keep me safe. It was stupid...and selfish...and...and...” Agony sliced through her body. “Because I only cared about myself, my best friend, the funniest, most wonderful individual I have ever known, is dead.” Her voice cracked on a sob.

“Maria’s death is not your fault.” Dylan fisted his hands at his sides almost as if he had to fight to stay where he was and not come closer or offer her comfort.

She swiped a hand at the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Isn’t it? If I hadn’t been such a coward, if I’d stayed and testified against my father, Maria would be alive today. How is that not my fault?”

“I’m sorry you lost your friend. But you can’t blame yourself.”

“It tears me up inside to know my father is guilty of murder, that all the things said about him being a crime boss are true. He sheltered me from the truth my entire life. He acted just like everybody else’s dad. He kept that part of his life totally hidden from me. I honestly didn’t know. I didn’t.”

Dylan nodded his understanding but didn’t interrupt.

“Do you have any idea how difficult and painful it is for me to know my father probably has a hit out on me right now. My father! The man I’ve trusted and loved my entire life has hired someone to kill me!”

If I can’t trust my father, who took care of me after my mother died, how can I ever trust any other man? No matter how much I may want to, how can I ever trust you?

She clasped her forehead in her hands almost as if she could hide her thoughts from him.

“I hate what he’s done!” She spat out the words. “So many nights I prayed for God to bring him to justice.” She balled the sheet in her fist. “But God didn’t answer my prayers.”

Bitterness spilled over in her words.

“I grew up believing God is a forgiving God. I don’t want God to forgive this time, Dylan. I want vengeance.”

Dylan’s shocked expression gave her pause. “God insists we forgive others and leave judgment to Him. Pray. He’ll help you through this.”

“God has no place in my life anymore. I stopped believing in Him and the idea of forgiveness years ago.”

“Don’t give up on God, Angelina. He hasn’t given up on you.”

If only she could believe it. She changed the subject.

“When do I have to testify?”

“Monday. Less than a week away.”

A week. She doubted she’d still be alive in a week.

“After you testify, the running will be over. You’ll have your life back. You’ll be free, never having to look over your shoulder or be afraid anymore.”

“You can’t keep me safe!” Raising her voice sent pain shooting through her head. Instantly she stopped talking.

He gently clasped her hand. “I’ll protect you with my life, Angelina. Trust me.”

Trust him? The note. The bailiff. How could she possibly trust him?

“How many lives are going to be lost before this is over, Dylan? Cops? Federal marshals? You? It’s hard enough for me to live with the deaths I already know about. First, our neighbor. Then, Maria. If I survive this mess and others don’t, how do you think I can live with the knowledge that other people lost their lives while trying to protect me?”

“Your father is a powerful man, Angelina. But he isn’t God. I’m putting this in God’s hands. He has brought down the mighty before.”

“I’m going to testify,” she assured him. “It’s what I should have done years ago. If I had done it then when I should have, Maria wouldn’t be dead. I just hope I can testify before anyone else dies.”

“Don’t worry about other people dying. We’re all trained law enforcement officers. We’re good at our jobs. We know how to protect ourselves and we can protect you.” He crossed the room to the door. “I’m going to check with your doctor and see how soon we can move you.”

“The sooner the better, Dylan. Every second I’m in this hospital room I am in danger and so is everyone else.”

“Bear is right outside the door. I’ll be back as soon as I confirm a few things.”

She nodded.

As he turned to go she called his name and he glanced back over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Dylan. I didn’t mean to... I didn’t want to hurt you.” She ended in little more than a whisper. “There were things about that night you don’t know.”

Dylan straightened his spine and held up his palm to stop her almost as if he just couldn’t handle this conversation right now.

“We’ll talk about it later. My job right now is to get you out of here and keep you safe.”

Without another word, he turned and strode out of the room.

* * *

Dr. Thompson looked up from reading the medical file displayed on the computer terminal when Dylan approached.

“Doctor, how soon can we safely move the patient in room 210?”

“I’d like to keep her at least tonight for observation. We removed the bullet in her arm but the one that grazed her skull could be more serious. Another fraction of an inch and we’d be talking a totally different outcome.”

“Doc, if I don’t get her out of here soon, tonight if possible,” Dylan insisted, “I’m afraid her good fortune might run out. Tell me what I need to know to be able to take care of her yet still leave.”

“She probably has a mild concussion. Keep her awake and alert as much as possible. When she does doze off, wake her up often and make her speak to you.

“She might suffer from blurred vision. Probably nausea. And I am certain she’ll have pain.” The doctor stepped over to one of the medication carts. He withdrew a card filled with pills from the cart and signed a chart before turning toward Dylan. “This will help with the nausea.” He handed him the card. “But I am against giving you prescription-strength pain medication if she isn’t here to be monitored.”

“I understand. Isn’t there something milder than narcotics that will at least keep the edge off her pain? I’d like to keep her as comfortable as possible.”

The doctor paused a moment and then handed him a different card. “This should help but please monitor her carefully.”

“I will. So what do you say? Can I get her out of here?”

“Yes. But call me if you run into problems. Better yet, if something goes wrong bring her back to the ER and page me immediately.”

“Thanks, Doc. I appreciate it.”

Dylan stepped away from the nurses station. He took out his cell, punched a number and wasn’t surprised when his boss answered on the first ring.

“Well? Has she agreed to testify?” he asked without hesitation.

“Yes. But she’s scared and I can’t say I blame her. She’s been on the run for over three years. Her best friend was killed. She was shot. She doesn’t trust anyone right now. But she’ll be all right by the time the trial begins next week.”

“Good. Everything’s almost set on our end. I’ll text you the address of the safe house as soon as it’s confirmed. Detective Donahue has arranged for some of his men and a few state troopers to escort you. They’ll meet you on the lower level of the hospital by one of the back loading docks.”

“Don’t think that’s a good idea, boss. I don’t need a parade of cop cars drawing unnecessary attention to us. Bear and I can handle it.”

“Like you handled it last time?”

An uncomfortable silence stretched across the airwaves.

“Okay,” his boss relented. “We’ll do it your way. No troopers. No cops. I sent Marshal Selma Washington to go with you. I don’t want Angelina Baroni out of your sight. Having a female agent who can go everywhere Miss Baroni goes will guarantee we won’t lose this witness a second time.”

“I understand, sir.” Dylan gritted his teeth but refrained from rebuttal. He deserved the dressing-down.

“Washington is probably already at the hospital,” his boss continued. “I gave her the assignment hours ago and asked her to meet you in Baroni’s room.”

“Fine. I’m headed back there now.”

“Call in when you get to the safe house.”

“Will do.”

“And, Dylan...”

“Sir?”

“I don’t need to tell you how important it is to get Ms. Baroni to testify. The FBI are down my neck on this one. Along with ATF and even Homeland Security. Vincenzo Baroni has broken every federal law known to man and everybody wants in on the action. This woman has the power to bring down one of the strongest organized crime families we have seen in decades. Keep her alive and don’t let her give you the slip again.”

“Believe me, sir, no one wants that more than me.” Dylan hung up and slid the phone back in his suit pocket. Angelina’s betrayal had done much more than ding his male pride. It had put an indelible black mark on his career and he wasn’t about to let her do it again. He’d bring her in to testify if he had to handcuff her to his left wrist and stay awake 24/7.

A sound, a specific sound not easily mistaken for anything else, drew his attention.

Couldn’t be.

He froze, cocked his head to the side, and listened.

There it was again.

Pop! Pop!

Gunfire!