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Оглавление“License and registration, please,” a deep male voice said.
Matt forced his eyes open. He was in the passenger seat, and a uniformed officer stood at the driver’s window.
“I’m sorry, Officer, was I speeding?” Jenna asked from behind the wheel of Matt’s truck.
Jenna North was driving his truck?
“No, ma’am, but your left taillight is out,” the cop said.
“Oh, thank you for letting us know.”
“You’re welcome. I’d still like to see your license and registration.”
Jenna nodded at Matt, who read fear in her green eyes.
“Honey, can you get the registration?” she said.
Honey? Why was she calling him honey? And why did his head feel like someone had used it as a soccer ball?
“Sir, are you all right?” The cop aimed his flashlight into the vehicle.
Matt put up his hand to block the piercing beam. “My head,” is all that came out.
“We’re on the way to the hospital,” Jenna said. “He was mugged and has a head injury.”
The cop nodded, speculative. He started to aim the beam into the back seat.
“Please don’t wake the baby,” she said.
The baby? What have you gotten yourself into, Matt?
“I still need to see your license and registration,” the cop said.
She pulled her license out of her wallet. Matt dug the registration out of the glove box and passed it, and his license, to the officer.
“Did you file a police report about the mugging?” the officer asked, scanning the registration.
“We will, Officer, but I wanted to get him checked out first,” she said in a frantic tone.
Jenna North, development manager of the Broadlake Foundation, was worried about Matt.
What had happened to him?
His mind drew a blank. He’d obviously lost the past few, what, hours? Days? The amnesia had to be related to the headache clawing its way across his skull. He was suffering from a concussion. But how had it happened?
Bigger question—why did he have an urgent need to protect Miss North and...a baby?
He looked over his shoulder. There was a sleeping child in the back seat. Whose? Jenna’s? No, she wasn’t married, didn’t have a boyfriend or even date, if you believed the locals. She was a transplant from Tulsa with a generous heart, a woman who used her social and financial talents to raise money for the Broadlake Foundation.
“Please wait here,” the cop said and left them alone.
Jenna turned to Matt. “They’re going to find us. What do we do?”
She could tell him what was going on, for starters.
“Matthew?”
The way she spoke his name made it sound like they were close, like they knew each other outside of working in the same building. Sure, he might have imagined dating someone like Jenna, a lovely woman determined to help people. Only he didn’t remember ever grabbing coffee with her or chatting outside of work. He was on the job and, even if he weren’t, he’d made a promise to himself to avoid romantic entanglements.
“What’s he doing?” she said, eyeing the rearview mirror.
“Patience,” he said. “He’s running the registration. It’s procedure.”
He closed his eyes, fighting back the anxiety taunting him. He’d have to confess his condition because he needed her help to navigate through the temporary amnesia. Matt sensed she needed his help as well.
“Aren’t you worried?” she asked.
He opened his eyes, but couldn’t admit the truth: that he was terrified because he’d lost a chunk of time.
“No, of course you’re not worried, you’re FBI,” she muttered and studied the rearview.
She knew the truth? Which meant what—that she was helping with the investigation? Was that possible? Because he didn’t remember her being ruled out as a suspect.
He needed to remember.
“He’s coming back,” she said, sitting straight.
The officer, who Matt realized was a state trooper, stepped up to her window and passed her the licenses and registration. “The closest medical facility is St. James Healthcare. I’ll escort you.”
“We wouldn’t want to take you away from your duties, Officer,” she said.
“You’re not. Follow me.”
She closed the window and sighed. “Now what?” she asked Matt. “Should I ditch him?”
“Ditch him?” he repeated in a sarcastic tone.
“Bad idea, huh?”
“Pretty bad, yeah.”
“What if he called Billings? What if he’s on their payroll? What if they’re waiting at the hospital? What if—”
“Slow down, speedy. You’re making my headache worse.”
“Sorry, sorry.” The squad car passed them and she followed. “I wish I could get ahold of Marcus.”
“Who’s Marcus?”
“Chloe’s cousin. He’s supposed to help.”
“Ma’am?”
“What?” She shot him a quick glance.
“Chloe...?”
“Mrs. McFadden,” she said. “You remember.”
Mrs. McFadden—sure, he knew her. She was on the development board and helped with fund-raising events. All roads to the money-laundering investigation led to Mrs. McFadden’s husband, Gary, but they didn’t have enough to build a case. They’d even considered that his wife might be involved.
“Matthew?” she said.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“What’s going on?”
“I’m having some...memory challenges.”
“Oh.”
He heard the disappointment in her voice, as if she’d been relying on him to protect her and the child. But that hadn’t been his assignment. His assignment was to work as a custodian in the foundation office, be invisible and gather information. Keep an eye on nighttime activity, determine if they were not only laundering money for the cartel but were also distributing drugs out of the community center.
“Blows to the head can do that,” she offered. “Don’t freak out. It’s usually temporary.”
“How would you know that?”
She shrugged. There was more to it, but she wasn’t sharing. Why would she? She was stuck with a helpless man and...a child.
“So, the child is Mrs. McFadden’s?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Where is Mrs. McFadden?”
She gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fingers.
“Miss North?” he prompted.
“Jenna, call me Jenna,” she said, with slight irritation in her voice.
“Okay, Jenna. Why is Mrs. McFadden’s child in my truck?”
“She asked me to protect him.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Chief Billings killed Chloe,” she blurted out in a pained voice.
He glanced out the passenger window and fisted his hand to stop his fingers from trembling. Men like Matt didn’t tremble, and they didn’t let fear run rampant. Yet this was the first time he’d awakened with a chunk of his life missing, like it had never happened, and he was forced to rely on a stranger to fill in the blanks.
Well, not a complete stranger. He’d done a background check on all the foundation employees to help identify which ones were the most likely to be involved in the money-laundering activity. Matt still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that all roads led to the small, quaint town of Cedar River, Montana, known for its world-class scones and snow sports, headquarters of the international and altruistic Broadlake Foundation.
His supervisor had gotten Matt a job as the night custodian, and during the day he continued surveillance at the hot spots in town. They suspected money was being filtered through the foundation in the form of donations, only they couldn’t determine who was orchestrating the mystery deposits into the accounts. Everyone had been suspect, even the town’s police chief, who was on the governing board.
If what Jenna said was true, it confirmed Chief Billings’s involvement. Matt didn’t remember seeing the murder, but Jenna had.
Which meant she was a key witness—and her life was in serious danger.
He’d always sensed wariness about Jenna, even though she covered it with a bright smile and polite manners. His job required him to pay attention to the little things, the way her shoulders jerked at unexpected sounds and how she’d clenched her jaw when a drunk, homeless man wandered into the center and refused to leave. Matt had come to her rescue that night, escorting him outside and waiting for Kyle to take the belligerent man into custody.
Something had happened to Jenna North that didn’t show up on a routine background check. Yet it seemed like she’d lived an unremarkable life before moving to Cedar River.
He tapped a closed fist against his knee. How could he remember details about Miss North’s background but couldn’t remember what happened to him in the past...what? How much time had he lost?
“Can you please tell me what happened tonight?” he said.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
He closed his eyes. “The Avalanche were winning. I was in my office listening to the game.”
“You don’t remember Chloe screaming?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Or finding me outside with Eli?”
“No. I need to figure out how much time I’ve lost.”
She recounted what happened in the last hour, starting with her friend being strangled, Jenna asking Matt to drop her at the truck stop and then her coming to his rescue after he was assaulted in the parking lot.
“That’s pretty much it,” she said.
Not quite. “I left you at the truck stop when I knew you were in danger? That doesn’t sound like me.”
“A misunderstanding.” She hesitated. “I thought you were a serial killer.”
He shot her a look of disbelief.
“What? You had a gun, zip ties and duct tape in your glove box.”
“The gun and zip ties are for work. I used the duct tape to fix a broken hose.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry,” she said.
“Trusting doesn’t come easy for you, does it?”
“I trusted Chloe,” she said quietly.
Silence stretched between them.
“Why were you working undercover at the community center?” she asked.
How much should he tell her? He knew she needed enough information to make good decisions.
“We think a drug cartel is laundering money through the foundation,” he said. “By taking a job at the center and assimilating into the community, my goal was to discover who’s involved.”
“Assimilating into the community?”
“Through work, volunteering, attending church.”
“That seems hypocritical, to pretend to attend church.”
“I wasn’t pretending. I enjoy church.”
“Whatever.”
He’d upset her but wasn’t sure why. He’d figure that out later. In the meantime, he’d call for backup. He searched his pocket for his phone but came up empty.
“Your phone’s in the console,” she said.
He looked at her.
“You dropped it when they attacked you.”
“Thanks.”
“And here, you’ll probably need this.” She pulled his gun magazine out of her pocket and handed it to him.
He took it, trying to figure out why she had it.
“I thought you were a serial killer, remember?” she said.
“Right.” He pulled the gun out of his waistband, shoved the magazine in place and put it in the glove box.
“You’re not keeping it on you?”
“It’ll raise questions in the hospital and I don’t want to jeopardize my assignment.”
“Oh, right.”
Matt called his supervisor, pressing the heel of his palm against his temple to ease the pain. It went to voice mail. “It’s Weller. I was assaulted and need backup. Send an agent to St. James Healthcare in Butte. I’m with a woman and child who need our protection.” He pocketed his phone and leaned against the headrest.
“You don’t have to take care of us,” Jenna said.
“Excuse me?”
“We’re not your problem.”
“No, you’re not my problem. You’re my responsibility.”
She smirked and looked away. Why? She didn’t know anything about Matt. She didn’t know how he’d failed Sarah.
“I’d like to find Chloe’s cousin to help us, not be taken into FBI custody,” she said.
“I’m trying to keep you safe.”
She shook her head, unconvinced. Man, what had happened to this woman?
A few minutes later they exited the highway, and she turned into the hospital parking lot. “Do you want me to drop you at the main entrance?” she offered.
“No, we should stick together until help arrives.”
She found a parking spot, turned off the vehicle and tried to hand him the keys.
“Keep them. Just in case.”
“I can’t take your truck.”
“For my peace of mind.”
With a curious frown, she got out of the car and retrieved the sleeping child. His head rested on her shoulder as she carried him through the parking lot.
“Want me to carry him?” he offered.
“You’ve got a concussion. You shouldn’t be carrying anything.”
Good point, which just went to show that his brain was muddled. As they approached the hospital, the state trooper joined them. “I’ve gotta go. When you’re done being treated, call this number.” He handed Matt a business card. “They’ll send someone to take your statement.”
“Thanks,” Matt said.
The cop turned to Jenna. “Ma’am, don’t worry. They’ll take good care of your husband.”
When Jenna didn’t correct the “husband” remark, Matt glanced at her. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. Why? Because she was worried about Matt’s condition? No, something else was going on.
“Thanks again, Officer,” Matt said, and motioned Jenna inside.
Once they were seated in the waiting area, he noticed her hand trembling as she stroked the little boy’s back.
“It’ll be okay,” Matt offered. “Help’s on the way.”
No reaction. She didn’t nod, shrug or even roll her eyes. She continued to stare straight ahead with a dazed look on her face.
“Jenna?”
She seemed lost in another world, as if she was having a flashback, and not a good one. He touched her arm that held the boy against her shoulder. She didn’t look at him. The child was asleep, sucking on a pacifier and clinging to his stuffed bear.
Matt slid a chair in front of her and blocked her view. “Jenna, look at me.”
She blinked, and her wounded green eyes connected with Matt’s. It felt like he’d been slugged in the gut.
“You’re okay,” he said.
“I...I don’t like hospitals.”
“What happened?” he asked.
“I’m sorry?”
“To make you not like hospitals?”
She took a deep breath, opened her mouth and closed it again. Then she said, “I got hurt.”
The way she articulated those three words reminded him of a little girl who’d fallen on the playground. But Jenna wasn’t a little girl, and he suspected she’d suffered a lot worse than a skinned knee.
“You’re not hurt now,” he said, gently squeezing her shoulder. “You’re A-okay.”
She was more than okay in Matt’s eyes. This woman was strong, smart and determined to do the right thing, to protect her friend’s child.
“I won’t be okay until this little boy is safe with his cousin.” The fear in her eyes turned to anger.
“I understand, but I need to ask you something. What about the boy’s father? I mean, at this point you could be accused of kidnapping.”
“His mother begged me to protect Eli, especially from Gary. What would you have me do, hand him over to an abusive father?”
“Of course not, but there are laws and procedures for cases like this.”
“What about the law for murder? Or does that not apply to cops? The police are obviously involved, so excuse me if I don’t have much faith in the law.”
“If Chief Billings killed—”
“If? You don’t believe me?”
“I do, but we need more than your word. In the meantime, we have to protect you and the little boy. My people can help.”
“Cops won’t help me.”
“The chief is one bad cop out of what, twenty on the Cedar River Police force? That doesn’t mean they’re all bad.” That I’m bad.
“Chloe’s husband is wealthy. I’m sure he can make them bad by throwing money at them.”
“You’re awfully cynical for such a young woman.”
“Well, at least I’m not dead.”
That comment stopped him cold. Was she referring to her friend or herself? Had someone threatened Jenna’s life, putting her in the hospital?
“Mr. Weller?” a nurse said from the examining room door.
He put up his hand, indicating he’d heard her. Matt studied Jenna. “Will you come in with me?”
She looked at him but didn’t answer.
“I don’t want to leave you and the child alone,” he said.
With a nod, she stood and accompanied him into the examining area.
* * *
Jenna managed to keep Eli comfortable and asleep, Bubba the bear wedged firmly between the child’s cheek and Jenna’s shoulder. As the doctor put a few stitches in Matthew’s head wound and examined his other injuries—bruised ribs and a reddened cheek—she struggled to distance herself from the situation. Not easy when she was surrounded by the smells, sights and sounds that triggered violent memories.
Her left eye swollen shut.
Pain piercing across her torso every time she drew a breath.
Knowing that she’d lost her baby, even before the doctor had told her.
As she rocked with Eli in her arms, she decided she had to get out of this hospital before she completely lost it and burst into uncontrollable tears.
Snap out of it. Stop thinking about yourself, and focus on the little boy.
“Want me to hold him?” Matt asked.
She glanced up. They were alone in the examining area. The doctor and nurse had left and she hadn’t even noticed. She must pay more attention to her surroundings.
“Are you ready to go?” she said.
“Not quite. The nurse is getting me an ice bag and ibuprofen to take home.” He shook his head. “Home? What am I talking about?” he muttered.
“How’s your... Did you tell them about your memory?”
“No. Didn’t want to give them a reason to admit me.”
“Maybe they should do a CT scan.”
“Not necessary. You’re not the only one who’s suffered a concussion before.”
She sensed his comment was meant to be an opening for her to share more about herself. But that was not happening. Ever. The shame would choke her before the words passed her lips.
“It will be okay,” Matthew said.
He was offering comfort because he sensed how stressed she was, how nervous and maybe even terrified about what would happen next. The list of options flashed across her mind—she’d be arrested for kidnapping; Eli would be handed back to his abusive father and Jenna would be imprisoned for trying to save a child; or worse—she’d be found by Chief Billings.
The image of Chloe’s lifeless body dropping to the floor sent shockwaves of fear all the way to her fingertips. The little boy sighed and stirred against her shoulder. It gave her strength.
She stood. “I’m glad you’re okay, Matthew.”
“I hear a but at the end of that sentence.”
“I need to find Chloe’s cousin Marcus.”
“We can help with that.”
“But you won’t, will you? You’ll be required to place Eli back with his father.”
“As I said, if you have proof that he is harming the child—”
“Chloe’s word is enough for me.”
“I understand, but it may not be enough for the law.”
“The law.” She couldn’t stop a sardonic chuckle from escaping her lips. “I don’t care about the law. I care about protecting this little boy.”
“I can’t let you leave.” He shifted off the exam table.
Panic shot through her body. Not again. She couldn’t deal with another domineering man.
You’ll never leave me.
Her mind whirred with options as she clung tighter to Eli. Why had she trusted Matthew?
“Jenna?” he said.
She stared across the room at an IV stand, planning her escape. He placed his hand on her shoulder. She nearly jerked away, but didn’t want to upset the child.
“Don’t touch me,” she ground out.
He withdrew his hand and studied her.
“I’m trying to help,” he said. “I don’t want you to be arrested for kidnapping.”
She was about to fire back a retort when the nurse returned with an ice bag and pain reliever. “Everything okay?” she asked, glancing from Matthew to Jenna.
No, it wasn’t okay. She’d been trapped in a cage again, unable to break free.
“We’re good,” Matt said.
“Someone’s asking for you out front,” the nurse said to him and left.
As he headed for the door, he turned to Jenna. “Wait here.”
What did that mean? That he didn’t trust his own people—the agent who was asking for him?
The moment he left the examining room, she grabbed the diaper and messenger bags. There was an exit on the other side of the room. Perfect.
Was she overreacting? No, Matthew’s comment about custody and giving this precious child back to his father had strengthened Jenna’s resolve to keep Eli safe and away from that monster.
A monster like Jenna’s ex.
I can’t let you leave. Matthew’s words came back to her. Did he belong in the monster category as well?
Holding Eli against her shoulder, she went to the door and cracked it open to determine the positions of Matthew and the agent. The waiting area was empty. Strange.
“I can’t help you, sir,” a receptionist said. There was something in her voice...
Fear.
Jenna cracked the door a little wider. She spotted two things simultaneously—Matthew on the floor, and a man, wearing all black, pointing a gun at the receptionist.
Jenna snapped out of view. It wasn’t one of the men from the community center. Which meant there was a whole army of thugs looking for her and Eli?
Struggling against fear that threatened to consume her, she rushed to the other door, swung it open and started down the back hall. She had to get away. Find Marcus. Get this child into the hands of someone who could protect him.
Guilt snagged her conscience. She’d brought danger into a hospital full of innocent staff members and patients.
The minute she and Eli were safely away, she’d call police about the gunman in the lobby.
“Stop right there,” a male voice demanded.
