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Chapter Five

Even though they had left the hospital a while ago, Special Agent Campbell had yet to speak to her. He only spared her a glare as he drove. The man was furious with her. A muscle twitched along his jaw, and his gaze was hot and hard. Maggie found his anger nearly as intimidating as his devastating good looks. But she couldn’t understand why he was mad at her. Unless...

His stare moved off her to focus on the road again. He hadn’t said where he was taking her. She had foolishly just assumed it would be to her apartment. Now she wasn’t so certain...

Her wrists were bare; he hadn’t cuffed her. She sat in the passenger’s seat next to him—not in the back. But was he arresting her?

“Do you think I’m involved in the robberies?” she asked. “Is that why you were so upset when you couldn’t find me at the hospital?”

That muscle twitched in his cheek again. “When you were gone, I assumed the worst.”

The worst to her would have been one of the robbers in the creepy zombie mask returning. But she wasn’t convinced that Agent Campbell thought the same.

“Is that really what you thought?” she asked. “That one of them had come back for me? Or had you thought that I’d taken off on my own?”

“I thought you were gone,” he said, which didn’t really answer her question. “And I had left that young officer to protect you...”

“I was only using the restroom,” she reminded him. “And he couldn’t go into the ladies’ with me.” She had stepped out of the room to raised voices in the ER. For a moment she’d feared that one of the robbers had returned...until she’d recognized the voices.

At first she had been touched that Agent Campbell had been concerned about her. But he hadn’t been relieved that she was okay; he had stayed angry. Even after checking her out of the hospital and seeing her safely to his vehicle, he was still angry.

“You do suspect that I’m involved in the robberies,” she said, answering her own question.

“Robberies?” he queried, his tone guarded. But then, everything about Special Agent Blaine Campbell was guarded and hard to read—except for the grief he’d felt over Sarge’s death. It had been easy to see his pain.

“They’ve robbed more than one bank,” she said. “But you know that...” Or the FBI wouldn’t have taken over the case. She suspected he was also aware of something else, too. “You probably know that they robbed the other branch of this bank where I previously worked.”

“And then they followed you to the bank where you’re working now...” His tone was less guarded now and more suspicious.

Of her?

Her stomach pitched. She hadn’t had morning sickness even in her first trimester, so that wasn’t the problem. It was nerves. He obviously did suspect that she was involved in the robberies.

“They have robbed a lot of other banks that I haven’t worked at,” she pointed out.

“How do you know that?” he asked, as if she had somehow slipped up and implicated herself. “How do you know how many other banks have been robbed?”

“From the news,” she said. “They’ve even made national broadcasts. And our corporate headquarters sends out email warnings about robberies at other branches or other banks in the area. So it was just a coincidence that they hit both banks where I’ve worked.”

A horrible coincidence—that was what she’d been trying to tell herself since the robbers, in those grotesque disguises, had burst through the doors of the bank earlier that afternoon.

“They have robbed other banks,” he agreed. “But you’re the only hostage they’ve tried taking. They didn’t abduct anyone from any other bank.”

She shuddered. “That was just today...” They hadn’t tried to take her last time; they’d only had her open the security door to the alley. Then they’d left.

“So what was different about today?” he asked.

“You.” He was the first thing that came to mind. Actually, since he’d saved her from being kidnapped the first time, Special Agent Blaine Campbell—with his golden-blond hair and intense green eyes—hadn’t left her mind. Then he’d saved her a second time...

That muscle twitched again in his cheek, which was beginning to grow dark with stubble a few shades darker than his blond hair. “I wasn’t the only thing different about today.”

She uttered a ragged sigh and blinked back the tears that threatened as she remembered what else had been different. “They killed Sarge.”

“Until today they hadn’t killed anyone,” he said. “Do you know what that means?”

She shook her head. She didn’t know how a person could take another life for any reason. That was why she hadn’t been able to understand Andy’s insistence on joining the military. He had always been so sensitive. He had never even hunted and had been inconsolable when he’d accidentally struck and killed a deer with his truck.

Agent Campbell answered his own question, his voice threatening. “It means that whoever has been helping them will face murder charges, as well.”

So he didn’t think she was only a thief; he thought she was a killer, too. Anger coursed through her. She was the one who was mad now.

“Sarge was my friend,” she said. “And what today means to me is that I lost a friend. I thought it meant the same to you. I thought you knew him and cared about him.”

His teeth sank into his lower lip and he nodded. “That’s why I want to find out who killed him and bring them to justice. All of them.”

Her anger cooled as she realized she had no right to it. Agent Campbell was only doing his job, and not just because it was his job but because he’d cared about Sarge. And if she were him, she might have suspected her, too. She had been at the scene of two robberies.

She reached across the console and touched his hand. But it tensed beneath hers, tightening around the steering wheel. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I understand that you have to question me. I just wish I could be more help for your investigation. I really don’t have any idea who the robbers are.”

He tugged his hand from beneath hers and reached for the shifter, putting the car in Park after pulling into a space in the parking lot of her apartment complex.

She breathed a soft sigh of relief. He hadn’t arrested her after all. He had actually brought her home. But she wasn’t foolish enough to think that he no longer suspected her of being involved.

* * *

WAS HE BEING a fool? Blaine silently asked himself. Probably.

He should have taken her down to the Bureau or a local police department for questioning. But she was already trembling with exhaustion and dark circles rimmed her dark eyes. He wasn’t heartless, but he hoped she wasn’t playing him.

Maggie Jenkins had a sincerity and vulnerability that made him want to believe her and to believe that she was just an innocent victim.

Like Sarge...

He flinched over the loss of his friend. Instead of dealing with that death, he’d been busy trying to prevent another—to make sure that Maggie Jenkins stayed safe. He’d believed that was what Sarge had wanted. But what if his old friend had been trying to tell him something else about the assistant bank manager?

That she wasn’t just involved in the robberies but maybe that she’d plotted them?

Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the seat belt. Was she exhausted or was she nervous that he was questioning her? Or nervous that he’d brought her here?

He turned off the car, opened his door and hurried around the car to open hers. She was still having trouble with the seat belt, so he reached across her, brushed her fingers aside and undid the clasp. But now he was too close to her, too close to the curly hair that tumbled around her shoulders, to the big brown eyes staring up at him—to the full breasts that pushed against the thin material of her blouse. He’d never considered a pregnant woman sexy...until now. Until Maggie Jenkins...

Something shifted beneath his arm, which was pressed to her belly, as if her baby was kicking him for the thoughts he was entertaining. He jerked back and stepped away from the car. She slid her legs out first. Since she’d lost her shoe earlier, she wore slippers from the hospital. But she didn’t need to wear heels for her legs to look long and sexy.

Remembering how his sisters had struggled to get out of cars while they were pregnant, he reached out to help her. She clutched his hand but barely applied any pressure to pull herself up. And then she was standing right in front of him, so close that her breasts nearly brushed against his chest.

She tugged her hand free of his, and a bright pink color flushed her face. “I—I don’t have my purse,” she said. “I don’t have my keys to get inside.”

“You live alone?”

“Now I do,” she replied. “But I can get an extra key from my super.” She glanced up to the darkening sky. “If he’s still awake...”

“You don’t live with the baby’s father anymore?” He told himself he was asking only because of the case, but he really wanted to know for himself.

She shook her head. “I never did...” And there was something in her voice and her expressive eyes...an odd combination of guilt and grief.

Blaine wanted to ask more questions but Maggie was walking away from him. His skin chilled. It could have been because of the cool wind that was kicking up as night began to fall. It could have been because he had an odd sense of foreboding—the same sense he’d had as he’d driven up to the bank during a robbery in progress.

He glanced around the parking lot. The complex was big—an L-shaped, four-story redbrick building, so there were a lot of vehicles parked in the lot. Quite a few of them were vans. Could one of them have been from the hospital? Could the robbers have followed them here?

He hurried and closed the distance between them, keeping his body between hers and the exposure to the parking lot. His hand was also on his holster, ready to pull his weapon should he need it.

Maggie rapped her knuckles hard against the door of a first-floor apartment. “My super’s a little hard of hearing,” she explained.

It took a couple more knocks before the door opened. A gray-haired man grinned at her. “Hey, Miss Maggie, what can I help you with?”

“Hi, Mr. Simmons. I left my purse at work,” she said but spared him the details of why. “I’m so forgetful these days.” She’d actually had other matters on her mind, but again she didn’t share those with the older man. “So I need the extra key to my apartment, please.”

His gray-haired head bobbed in a quick nod. “Of course I’ll get that for you. Who’s your friend?” His cloudy blue eyes narrowed as he studied Blaine. Apparently Blaine wasn’t the only one in whom Maggie brought out protectiveness.

“Blaine Campbell. He’s an old friend,” she said, easily uttering the lie.

What else had she lied about?

The older man nodded again, accepting her explanation. “I’ll be right back with the key.”

After he disappeared, she turned toward Blaine and explained. “I didn’t want to worry him. He knows the bank I worked at in Sturgis was robbed, so I told him I left the banking business.”

“What does he think you do now?” he wondered.

“He thinks I work in an insurance office,” she said, “which isn’t really a lie since the bank does offer insurance policies.”

Keys jangled as the old man returned to the doorway. “Have you checked on that renter’s policy for me yet, Maggie?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “I’ll bring that quote home tomorrow.” She held out her hand for the key, but the gray-haired janitor glanced at Blaine again.

“You’re an old friend of hers?” he asked with curiosity instead of doubt.

Blaine just nodded.

“Then you must’ve known her Andy?”

Andy? Was that the father of her baby? Blaine just nodded again.

“Thought you looked like you might’ve been a marine, too,” the old guy said with another bob of his head.

“I was, sir,” Blaine replied, and the admission reminded him of the man who had made him a marine. Sarge... “I served two tours.”

“That’s how you knew Sarge,” Maggie said, softly enough that the older man probably didn’t even hear her. “He was your drill sergeant?”

Blaine nodded. As a drill instructor, Sarge had been tough but fair. And he’d been a good and loyal friend.

“Glad you made it home, boy,” Mr. Simmons said and reached out to pat Blaine’s shoulder. “Too bad her fiancé didn’t...”

“Andy,” Blaine murmured, and the older man nodded again. Shocked and full of sympathy for her, Blaine turned toward Maggie. Earlier she’d told him that she was single, but she hadn’t told him why. She hadn’t said that her fiancé died before they could marry.

Her lashes fluttered furiously as she fought back tears over the loss of her baby’s father. The hand she held out for the key began to tremble slightly. “Thank you for letting me use your spare, Mr. Simmons.”

Finally the old man handed over the key she’d been waiting for. The second she closed her fingers around it, she rushed off toward the other end of the complex.

With a nod at the older man, Blaine hurried after her, careful to keep looking around to make sure nobody had followed them—the way someone must have followed the ambulance to the hospital.

But why?

If Maggie really had no idea who the robbers were, why had they wanted to kidnap her so desperately that they hadn’t tried just once but twice?

Blaine stopped at the door where Maggie had stopped, her hand with the key outstretched toward the lock. She gasped. Hearing the fear in her voice, Blaine reached for his gun and pulled it from the holster.

Then he closed his free hand around Maggie’s shoulder. She tensed and gasped again. Peering around her, he saw what she had—that the door to her apartment stood ajar. Since Maggie had said she lived alone now, someone must have broken in.

A thud emanated from the crack in the door. Whoever had broken in was still there. Waiting for Maggie...