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“You were my guardian angel...my touchstone in that house. Where did you go when you left our foster family?” Quinn asked.
“I didn’t know I had any other family until my mother’s sister and her husband found me. They adopted me and brought me to Nevada. Didn’t they explain why I left?”
Quinn sighed.
“All our foster mother said was that your family took you home. I was little. I didn’t understand. I just felt...abandoned.” She shook her head. “It was my fault for getting attached. After you, I didn’t let anyone get close to me again.”
Nick felt a pang of regret for the little girl she’d been.
“So no adoptive parents?” he asked.
He saw her expression go blank and her eyes narrow.
“It didn’t work out,” she finally said.
He sensed something dark behind those words but decided this wasn’t the time or place to press it.
“Where do you live now?” he asked.
“Nowhere.”
He frowned. “What do you mean, nowhere? Are you wanted somewhere? Are you on the run from someone?”
She didn’t much like what he’d asked, but she understood the reason why he’d asked. He was, after all, a cop.
“I’m legal. I work for a while and then I move on. No ties or traces of me left behind.”
Nick felt sick. Something bad had happened to her.
“Then I guess it was fate that our paths crossed once more,” he said.
She wanted to know everything about him but was afraid to find out he already belonged to someone else, so she shifted the conversation from their briefly shared history to the present hell she’d brought down upon herself.
“Whose path did I cross before I stumbled into Las Vegas Homicide?” she asked.
“The Feds were helping a woman and her baby escape in return for her testimony against the man she was being held by.”
“And? Where are they now? It didn’t look like anyone other than the baby survived that crash.”
Nick shrugged.
“The way we figure it, you rode up on the aftermath of the murder of two federal agents. They didn’t survive the accident. The baby’s mother was in the car, but she and the baby survived. We don’t know how. We have nothing but guesses as to why she was with the Feds except that he’s someone they’ve been after for years. Maybe she was going to testify against him...maybe not. I can’t say. The main thing is that the baby is safe, thanks to you. What you did—that was amazing.”
Quinn’s stomach knotted.
“Who is this man? What’s his name?”
“Maybe it’s best you—”
Quinn jammed her finger into his chest.
“I have the right to know who wants me dead,” she snapped.
Nick took her hand. She was right.
“Anton Baba.”
All the color went out of Quinn’s face, her anger turning to shock and then fear.
“Oh, my God. He’s notorious.”
“And yet has never been convicted of anything,” Nick added.
“I’m dead,” Quinn said and closed her eyes.
* * *
Star woke up in a hospital room and never remembered coming out of surgery. The first face she saw was Anton standing at the foot of her bed talking to a doctor. She felt instant despair. Her life was a joke. Her future was doubtful.
Then Anton saw she was awake and rushed to her. Even though he was smiling, there was a flash of anger in his eyes.
“My darling, the worst of that terrible wreck is over. Now all you have to do is heal. I will leave a guard on the door outside...for your protection, of course.” He brushed a thumb across the softness of her lower lip, then pressed it inward against her teeth just enough to remind her she’d displeased him greatly. “Dream of me as you sleep,” he whispered, then leaned over and kissed her forehead before he left.
There was nothing she could do as she watched him leave. She was helpless to defend herself, and her life—and the life of her baby boy, wherever he was—was in the hands of fate.
The pillows wedged against her back kept her from rolling over onto the bandages, but it still felt like someone was holding a torch to her back. When a nurse came in to inject meds into her IV, she was shaking from the pain.
“Bless your heart, honey,” the nurse said. “This medicine will give you some relief. Don’t fight it. Just close your eyes and sleep.”
“Thank you,” Star said and closed her eyes.
The nurse was right. She could immediately feel a heaviness sliding through her body, limb by limb, pulling her conscious self back into the darkness. The last thing she remembered as she was going under was the look in Anton’s eyes and the tone in his voice. It was a warning: don’t run from me again.
* * *
Star was dreaming about home—something she hadn’t done in years. Maybe it was because she was separated from her baby and now understood the loss her mother surely must have felt when she disappeared. She woke up in tears and rang for the nurse, then waited for her arrival. She needed to go to the bathroom and was dreading making a move.
The nurse came in, turning on lights as she moved toward the bed.
“Good morning, Star. How’re you feeling this morning? What would you rate your pain level on a scale of one to ten?”
“Probably a seven or eight,” Star said, as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, then moaned. “Oh, my God, my back! Is it time for my pain meds?”
“I’ll find out,” the nurse said, helping Star to the bathroom and then back to bed. As soon as the nurse got her settled down, she left to check on Star’s request for pain meds.
Star looked for a phone and noticed it was gone and then rolled her eyes. Who would she call? There was no way to know who Anton had in his pocket, but she knew he had snitches everywhere...in every facet of the government. She looked at the closed door, imagining what it would be like to have the freedom to just walk out and never look back. She was crying quiet tears when the nurse came back, injected pain meds into the IV and adjusted her covers.
The dreams faded.
The meds dragged her under.
* * *
Federal Agents Gleason and Powers were elated to know where their lost witness was, but by the time they reached the ER of Centennial Hill Hospital, Baba and his men were already there. Forced to change their plans, Gleason left Powers in ER to keep an eye on them while he headed for the hospital administrator’s office. It would be signing Star Davis’s death warrant if they confronted her in Baba’s presence, so they needed to find a more subtle way to question her.
He learned from the office that Star would be taken into surgery shortly, but that Baba had already appointed an armed guard at the door of her room. He’d be there waiting when she got back from Recovery, so there would be no way to get to Star alone. With the help of the hospital administration, they organized a small undercover approach—they’d return the next morning posing as a doctor and his nurse making rounds, which would allow them to check on Star’s “recovery” without drawing any alarms from Baba’s guard.
When they got to Star’s room early the next day, Gleason was dressed in scrubs, clipboard in hand as he approached Baba’s man. He frowned at the gun he could see in the shoulder holster under his jacket.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Gleason asked.
Luis stuttered a moment, trying to think how to answer without antagonizing the medical staff.
“I am Luis Alvarez. I work for Mr. Baba, and at his request, I am guarding this woman while she’s healing.”
Gleason glared at him. “He thinks she’s in danger from the people who are healing her?” he snapped.
“You’ll have to speak to Mr. Baba as to why I am here. I’m only doing what I was ordered to do,” Luis said.
Gleason gave the guard a disgusted look, then stormed past him with Powers, his “nurse,” right behind him, into Star’s room, making sure the door was firmly closed behind them.
Star was awake but clearly uncomfortable. Powers positioned himself at the door to keep watch, while Gleason approached Star’s bedside.
“Good morning, Star. How are you feeling today?” Gleason asked.
“Like all the skin has been flayed from my back. How are you?”
Gleason blinked. The rage in her voice was so subdued he almost missed it.
He flashed his badge, hoping that would reassure her they were there to help, but she slapped it away.
“Doctors don’t use nurses as guards at the door. I knew who you were. Where is my son?”
“He’s safe,” Gleason said.
“I’m sure you will understand when I say I don’t believe you. If Anton finds out the two people who died in that fire were Feds, I’m dead. You know that, right?”
Gleason nodded.
“That’s why we’re here. We’re ready to put you under protective custody and—”
“I don’t trust you. I can’t. You people already promised to help me once, and that cost me my son. You nearly got us both killed! You were supposed to protect us. Where the fuck was that damn chopper when we were getting shot at?”
Gleason understood her pain, her anger. This was his job, but it was her life they were talking about. Still, he tried to remain objective. “We got a late start to the pickup site. We deeply regret what happened. We weren’t aware you were in that kind of danger.”
“You lie. I heard Lacey calling you.”
Gleason bowed his head. Damn. That wouldn’t help her ability to trust them.
“Not in time. She didn’t call in time,” he said, lowering his voice. “Star, I’m sorry. We’re all sorry. But please keep your voice down—Anton’s man is still out there.”
Star took a breath, then looked Gleason in the eye angrily. “Where is my son? I want to see him. I have to know he’s okay or this conversation is over.”
Gleason pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.
“Okay. They’re getting him to the phone. We can FaceTime. You can see him...talk to him for yourself.”
Star’s heart almost burst with relief, tears rolling down her face as they waited. But she wouldn’t let herself believe until she saw him.
The phone rang, Gleason answered, and then he moved to the side of her bed and leaned over, holding his phone in front of her face so she wouldn’t have to move.
“There’s your boy. Talk to him, but keep it quiet. That guard outside can blow this whole thing wide open.”
When Star saw her baby, her breath caught in the back of her throat. He didn’t have a scratch on him, and he was chewing on a teething biscuit. It was one of his favorite snacks. The sight of him and the crumbs on his cheeks made her heart ache. Instead of weeping, she waved.
“Sammy? Hi, baby, it’s Mommy.”
The toddler’s eyes widened, and then he was slapping at the phone and saying “Mama” over and over.
“I love you, Sammy. We’ll be together soon,” she said and blew him a kiss.
He put a fat little hand on the phone, blocking her sight, but she knew he was trying to touch her.
Gleason ended the call and dropped the phone back in his pocket.
“Where is he?” Star demanded.
“Like I told you, he’s safe.”
“That’s not good enough. I want out of here. You have to get me out now,” she said.
“We’re working on it,” Gleason said. “Just trust us. We’ll get you out of here before Anton checks you out.”
“Why are you waiting? You don’t know him. If he wants me dead, it could happen anywhere...even here.”
“Just stay calm and trust us,” he said. “We’ll be back in a couple of hours. We need to get people in place so that if Baba tries to run after he knows we have you, he won’t get away. Do you want to have to go into witness protection for God knows how long while we try to find him? If he leaves the country, you could be hiding all your life. Do you want to chance that?”
Star groaned. “Oh, my God, this hell is never going to end.”
“Try not to be afraid. We’ll have someone undercover on the floor at all times, and we’ll be back before nightfall.”
“And I’ll get Sammy back when we leave?”
“As soon as we get you settled in a safe place, yes. You don’t want him in any danger, right?”
“He was born into danger,” Star said. “I need him with me.”
“Okay, yes...just rest and heal. We’ll be back, and soon,” Gleason promised.
