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“Witness protection.”
“I haven’t talked to my family or friends in thirteen months. It’s been hard, although at least I knew it wasn’t forever.”
“So Torkelson’s trial is coming up.”
She shook her head. “Not his. The hit man’s.” She made a funny, strangled noise. “I can’t believe I’m even using that word. But I guess that’s what he is. I sat down with an artist, and the police recognized him right away.”
“That can’t be enough to convict him.”
“The police watched surveillance cameras and those ones at stoplights. I’d gotten to the window to see him drive away. I couldn’t see the license plate, but I described the car. It turned out the next-door neighbor had cameras, too. He’s a big businessman who’s really paranoid. Anyway, once they had a warrant, they got his gun.”
“Ah.” Hell. “So you’ll have to testify in two trials?”
Looking almost numb, she nodded. And that was when she got to the kicker. The dead marshal had told her not to trust anyone in his office except a friend who also served as a US marshal.
“I think I can trust the two detectives I worked with, but word might get out. I’d rather hide until I can talk to Scott’s friend.”
This was a lot to take in, but Will was reluctantly convinced. “The handgun the marshal’s?”
She bobbed her head, although doing so made her wince. “I thought I might need it.”
“Have you done any shooting at a range?”
Maddy nibbled on her lower lip again. “No, I’ve always been kind of anti-gun.”
Will’s laugh didn’t hold much humor. Man, he was lucky she hadn’t accidentally pulled that trigger.
“Good thing I do know how to use one,” he said. “I didn’t see any extra magazines in your bag. Did you grab some?”
“No. I didn’t think of it. I hated the idea of going through his pockets. It was all I could do to make myself unsnap his holster and take the gun. He had a duffel bag, too, smaller than mine, but I never found it,” Maddy concluded.
“All right.” Will rose to his feet, not surprised by the stab of pain in his left thigh and hip. It was sharper than usual, probably because he’d climbed a mountain this morning followed by the difficult traverse and downhill scramble to get here. He wasn’t done for the day, though, not even close. “We need to move,” he said. “I’d like to scavenge anything I can from the plane, and I want you tucked out of sight while I’m doing that.”
And verifying the truth of her story, given how wild it was. He didn’t really doubt her, but he wasn’t good at trusting strangers.
“I thought...here...”
He shook his head. “Nope. I spotted you from a quarter mile away. We need to descend to better tree cover.” Her attempt to hide her dismay wasn’t very effective. “I’ll help. I can carry you if I have to.”
Her chin rose. “No. I got here, I can go farther.”
BEING THIS HELPLESS was a humiliating experience. To begin with, she couldn’t even put her own boots on this time, far less tighten the laces and tie them. Either the pain had caught up with her, or the cushioning shock had begun to wear off.
Oh, heavens—would she be able to lower or pull up her pants when she needed to pee?
Prissy, she scolded herself. Well, she came by it naturally. She loved her parents, but they had been older than her friends’ parents, and acted like a much different generation, too. The idea of seeing nature in the rough wouldn’t appeal to them, that was for sure.
She tried not to sound stiff when she thanked Will.
When he boosted her to her feet, she thought for a minute she was going to pass out. She tipped forward to lean against him, her forehead pressed to a broad, solid chest.
“Give it time,” he murmured, his hand—an enormous hand—clasping her upper arm while his other arm came around her back. Maddy knew he wouldn’t let her fall.
Finally, her head quit spinning and she forced herself to straighten, separating from him. “I’m all right.”
They both knew that she wasn’t, but she’d made it this far and she could keep on doing what she needed to.
“All right.” His frowning gaze belied what he’d said. “Tell you what. I’m going to help you down then come back for my pack.”
“I can carry mine—”
“Not a chance.” He closed a zipper on her duffel and swung it over his shoulder. “Now, which way is the crash site?”
Turning her head, Maddy saw rocks and fir trees—or maybe spruce or hemlock, she didn’t know—all set on a precipitous downslope. How on earth had she made it up here? “I...don’t know,” she said after a minute. “I climbed because I thought anyone who came to the crash site would assume I headed down.”
“Good thought,” Will agreed.
“I...don’t know if I came straight up, or...” She couldn’t look at him. His air of competence made her feel more inept. She couldn’t even remember where she’d come from. “I’m sorry.”
“No.” His hand closed gently over hers. “You fell out of the sky. You hit your head and have broken bones. You should be in a hospital getting an MRI. I’m amazed that you were able to get together the supplies you needed and haul yourself up this mountain.”
“Is it a mountain?” She started to turn to look upward, but that made her dizzy again.
“Right here, just a ridge, but that way—” he pointed “—is Elephant Butte and beyond it, Luna Peak, and that way, McMillan Spire and... It doesn’t matter. Mountains everywhere.”
“I saw from the plane.” Just before that terrifying bang.
“Okay, we need to move.”
Maddy wasn’t sure she would have made it any farther without his help. At moments he braced his big booted feet and lifted her down a steep pitch. Occasionally, Will led her on a short traverse, always the same direction, she noticed, but mostly they picked their way straight down.
The trees became larger, at times cutting off her view of the sky. Not that she looked. As she had climbing, she focused on her feet, on the next step she had to make—and on Will’s hand reaching to steady her. Once they slid fifteen feet or so down a stretch of loose rocks, Will controlling her descent as well as he could. Then they went back to using spindly lower branches to clamber down.
When he stopped, she swayed in place.
“This will do,” he said.
Maddy stared dully, taking a minute to see what he had. The trees weren’t quite as stunted as they’d been above, but were still small. What he was urging her toward was a pile of boulders that must have rumbled down the precipitous slope any time from ten years ago to hundreds. The largest rested against another big one, framing an opening that wasn’t quite a cave, but was close enough.
Without a word, she crawled inside, awkward as that was to do without the use of one arm and hand. By now, she hurt so much she had no idea if this was doing more damage. Mostly, she was glad to stop—to crouch like an animal in its burrow until coming out seemed safer.
Will squatted in front of her, arranging her limbs to his liking and nudging her duffel bag into place to serve as a giant pillow.
“I want you to stay low,” he told her. “The rocks will keep you from being seen from above—the air or the ridge above—but if somebody happens to come along in the twenty yards or so below you, they might catch a glimpse. When I get back with my pack, I’ll see what I can find to hide the opening.”
Maddy nodded. “You’ll be able to find me again, won’t you?”
His smile changed his face from rough-hewn and fiercely male to warm and even sexy. “I will. I memorized some landmarks.”
“Okay.”
He reached out unexpectedly to stroke her cheek, really just the brush of his knuckles, before he stood. Two steps, and he was out of sight. She could hear him for a minute or two, no more—and she bit her lip until she tasted blood to keep herself from calling out for him, begging him not to leave her.
She hardly knew him—but somehow she had complete faith that he wouldn’t abandon her.
WILL MOVED AS fast as he could. He didn’t like leaving Maddy alone at all, but they’d need what he had in his pack. Fortunately, the ascent went smoothly, although his hip and thigh protested like the devil. Still, he swung the familiar weight of the pack onto his back, checked to be sure that they hadn’t left so much as a scrap of the packaging that had wrapped the gauze pads, and retraced his steps. Given how he was tiring, he was glad to recover his ice ax to use for support.
This time during the descent he paused several times to scan the forest with his binoculars. Raw wood caught his eye, where it appeared the tops of trees had been sheared off. Yes.
From there, he calculated the route he’d take from Maddy’s hiding place. He wished she was farther from the crash site, but still believed her hiding spot to be nearly ideal.
When he reached the rocks, he got hit by a jolt of alarm. What he could see of her face was slack, colorless but for the bruises that seemed muted in color since he left her. Was her head injury worse than he’d thought, and she’d lapsed into unconsciousness?
But then she let out a heavy sigh and crinkled her nose. She shifted a little as if seeking a more comfortable position.
Asleep. She was only asleep, and no wonder after multiple traumas.
She awakened immediately when he touched her, her instinct to shrink from him.
“You all right?”
After a tiny hesitation, she said, “I think so.”
“Good. I’m leaving my pack here and going to the crash site after I cut some fir branches to cover the opening. Unless you need to, uh, use the facilities...”
She blinked several times before she understood. “No. I’m fine.”
“All right. I’ll be back as quick as I can.”
Her hand closed on his forearm. “You won’t call for help? Or...or let anyone see you?”
“No. I promise.” He didn’t know what else he could say. It was hard to believe anyone else would show up at the site but another hiker or climber who, like him, had seen the crash and come to help.
Relieved to be unburdened by the pack, Will sliced off a few branches to disguise the opening in the rocks, then left her. He kept to a horizontal path as much as he could. He hoped the crunch of his boots on the rocky pitch wasn’t as loud as it seemed to him. When he paused to listen, all he heard was the distant ripple of one of the streams plunging toward the valley, a soft sough of wind and a few birdcalls.
He’d reached the first trees torn by metal, had seen a white scrap that could be from any part of the plane, when he heard the distinctive sound of an approaching helicopter.
Chapter Four
The roar of the rotor blades was familiar if discordant music to Will’s ears. On deployments, he’d spent too much time in the air, often hoping to scoop up wounded men and lift away without being shot down.
He ducked beneath the low-growing branches of a hemlock. Chances were good this would be a search and rescue helicopter arriving at the site in response to a phone call from someone else who saw the plane going down, but Maddy’s fear stayed with him. So did the US marshal’s prediction. Even aside from Will’s promise to her, he wouldn’t have made contact no matter who showed up at the site. For now, Maddy had to disappear.
The helicopter remained out of sight, wasn’t moving closer. Will needed to see it.
On this sharp incline, approaching without knocking rocks loose to clatter downward wasn’t easy. He did his best, knowing the helicopter made enough racket to drown out most other sounds.
He progressed to what he estimated to be fifty yards, spotting other fragments of the plane but not the cabin or wings. Between one step and the next, the black helicopter appeared between trees. With no place to land, it was hovering, as he’d expected.
Will found cover again and lifted his binoculars. From this angle, he was unable to read the FAA required numbers near the tail. He couldn’t even be sure they were there. The windshield was tinted, allowing him to see the pilot but not his face. Wearing green-and-tan camouflage, another man crouched in the open door on the side. A rope ran from it toward the ground. The guy turned and seemed to be yelling something to the pilot. Then he lowered himself, swiveled and grasped the rope. Lugging a big-ass pack on his back, he slid down the rope as if he’d done it a thousand times.
Strapped to the pack was a fully automatic machine gun, an AK-47 or the like.
Will had a dizzying moment of seeing double. The other scene had different colors. Vegetation, uniforms, even the painted skin of the helicopter, were shades of tan and brown. At the sight of enemy combatants, adrenaline flooded him and he reached for his own rifle. When his hand found nothing to close on, he blinked. Damn. That hadn’t happened in a while. He rubbed his hand over his face hard enough to pull himself back to the here and now. This wasn’t Afghanistan, but it seemed to have become a war zone anyway.
He couldn’t afford to flip out.
He continued to watch as another man reeled up the rope, waved, and the helicopter rose. It didn’t swing around to head back toward civilization, however; instead, it continued forward, a little higher above the treetops but low enough to allow the men on board to search the landscape.
The thing wouldn’t pass directly over him, but near enough. Glad to be wearing a faded green T-shirt, he pushed into the feathery branches of the nearest tree and compressed himself behind a rotting stump.
When he was sure the helicopter was receding, Will held a quick internal debate. Forward or backward? Had to be forward. He needed to know more about the men who’d been left behind at the wreckage. He had to trust that Maddy would follow his instructions, and that the pile of fir branches he’d placed to hide her would look natural from the air.
Two minutes later a raised voice froze him in place.
“Found the pilot.”
Another male voice answered from a greater distance, the words indistinguishable.
So two, at least.
Taking the Glock from the small of his back, he waited where he was, listening intently. The same two voices called back and forth. He thought they might have found the dead marshal, too, but couldn’t be sure. He wanted to do further reconnaissance, but knew he couldn’t risk it. Maddy wouldn’t make it out of the backcountry without him, especially now that they had to dodge two or more heavily armed soldiers.
Soldiers? No, they weren’t that, he thought grimly. Call them mercenaries. Killers for hire.
The marshal had saved Maddy’s life by sending her on the run. Now it was on Will to bring a seriously injured woman to safety despite the men who would soon be hunting them.
MADDY AWAKENED WITH a start, staring upward at raw rock and a crack of blue sky. Completely disoriented, she didn’t understand where she was. Pain pulled her from her confusion. Staying utterly still, she strained to listen. Was Will back? But what she heard was far more ominous.
A helicopter.
Her panic switch flipped. Will had sent them to pick her up. He hadn’t believed her. He’d betrayed her.
Run.
But he’d promised, and he’d made her promise to stay where she was. He hadn’t said, ‘Whatever you hear,’ but that was what he’d meant.
Here, she was hidden. Stay still. Stay still. What if they’d captured him, or even killed him? She knew exactly what that looked like. Shivering despite herself, feeling like a coward, she nonetheless refused to believe they’d surprised Will. He’d said he was army. A medic, yes, but didn’t they fight, too? Have the same training? She hoped he’d taken the handgun with him. At least he knew how to use it.
The terrifying drone grew louder and louder. Maddy forgot to blink, staring at the thin sliver of blue sky. When darkness slid over it like a shadow, the helicopter was so loud she pressed her good hand to one ear. It thundered in her head, but the streak of blue reappeared and...was the racket diminishing? She thought so.
Did that mean they hadn’t taken any notice of the tumble of boulders that had made a cave?
What had Will done with the gun? Maddy tried to remember. Before, she’d believed she could shoot someone, and she still thought so. His pack was right there. She groped all the outside pockets but didn’t feel anything the right shape. He wouldn’t have just dumped it inside, would he? Even so, she unzipped the top and inserted her hand. The first hard thing she found was a plastic case holding first-aid supplies. Packets of what she guessed were food. Clothes—denim and soft knits, something puffy with a slippery outside. A parka. A book?
She gave up, lay back and waited, staring now at the opening she’d crawled through.
Once again time blurred—or maybe it had ever since the crash. Had that really happened today? Was she forgetting a night? Maddy clung to a picture in her mind of Will Gannon, alarmingly tall as he looked down at her. That too-bony face with a nose that didn’t seem to quite belong, but eyes that were kinder than she deserved, considering she was holding a gun on him.
Hearing that deep, husky voice saying, I was shot, so you’ll excuse me if I don’t love seeing that gun pointing at me.
The relief of letting it sag, of feeling his big hand close over hers as he deftly took the gun.
Her head throbbed even as the pain radiating from her arm and shoulder worsened.
Please come, Will. Please hurry.
HE STOPPED UNDER cover twenty yards or so from the boulders to use his binoculars again. He could no longer hear the helicopter, but after a slow sweep he found it, deep down in the Stetattle Creek valley. Down there only fools would think they’d see anything from the sky; the Stetattle and Torrent Creeks ran through tangles of vegetation as thick as any jungle. When Will was reading about routes into and out of this wilderness, he’d seen several references to “bushwhacking.”
If he could get Maddy down to that low elevation, they’d be hard to find. On the other hand, he didn’t have a machete or any other tool that would be good for clearing their way.
He wondered if he wouldn’t be able to find something like that in the airplane wreckage. Crap, he wished he’d beaten the damn helicopter there, had time to search.
Couldn’t be helped.
He rose and scrambled the distance to the two largest boulders, steadying himself on other large rocks.
“Maddy? It’s me.”
The silence stretched. He was almost to the opening when she said, “Will?”
“Yeah, I’m coming in.”
He parted the pile of fir branches and crawled between them. Same response he’d had earlier. Disliking the cramped space, he wanted to back right out. Tending to claustrophobia, Will had been especially unhappy when his unit was assigned to search caves in Afghanistan for the Taliban. Until today, he’d hoped he would never see a cave again.
Fortunately, this didn’t quite qualify.
White-faced and tense, Maddy seemed to be holding herself together by a thread.
“Hey,” he said. “You heard the helicopter?”
“It went overhead.” She gestured upward. “It blocked the sky.”
“Damn.” He took her hand in his. “I’m sorry. Ah...hold on. Let me put the branches back in place.”
Once he did, he found he could sit up and stretch out his legs if he didn’t mind the top of his head grazing rock.
“Did you find the plane?” she asked anxiously.
“Saw a few pieces, but that’s all before the helicopter showed up.” He couldn’t look away from her eyes that were filled with fear. “They didn’t see me. The helicopter dropped two men. At least two,” he corrected himself. “Only heard two voices. Your marshal was right. These guys look paramilitary and they’re armed to the teeth. This was no search and rescue operation. The man I saw was carrying a heavy pack. They’re prepared to hunt for you once they don’t find your body.”
Her eyelashes fluttered. He’d have understood if she had broken down, but she didn’t. All she said was, “What are we going to do?”
“Not get caught,” Will said flatly. “This is a vast wilderness. They’re naive thinking they can track someone. Of course, they’ll assume you’re on your own, potentially injured, not equipped for such rough conditions.”
“They’re right.”
Had he heard a hint of humor? Maybe.
But she was completely sober when she said, “I’m sorry I got you into this.”
“I’m not sorry.” Good thing he could be completely honest. “I always liked challenges.” Medical school was the one he’d had in mind, not going to war in his own country, but he couldn’t wish he hadn’t found this woman.
Her smile shook, but it was real. “Thank you.”
He smiled, too, and they studied each other openly, he aware of her vivid bruises, the swelling and wild hair, the dirt and scrapes, but also of her delicate beauty beneath. Disconcerted, he knew he had to shut down that kind of awareness. She needed a protector. Period.
“We need to stay here,” he said. “At least for the night. The copter is still searching. At some point it’ll have to go back to its base, wherever that is. Until it’s gone, we can’t risk making a move. I want you to rest up anyway. Get some food in you. Your knee might feel better by tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
Will suspected docility wasn’t a normal part of her makeup, but was glad of it for the moment.
“I have a camp stove I can use once it’s dark to make a real meal, but you need to eat right now.” He dug in an outer pocket where he’d stowed snack food: peanuts, almonds, beef jerky and a bag of caramels.
She wrinkled her nose at the beef jerky, but accepted his water bottle, two ibuprofen and a packet of peanuts. Will found a spot where he could rest his back against a rock wall, and made his own selections for a midafternoon snack. Now that he’d stopped, he was even more aware of the fierce ache in his hip and down his thigh. With a few almonds in his stomach, he downed painkillers, too.
“You’re hurt,” she said unexpectedly.
“Not that serious.”
“You said you were shot.”
“Yeah.” Will tried not to twitch. He’d done his time in counseling while he was in rehab for physical therapy, too, but he’d never been a big talker. “Just thought I’d take the edge off.”
Even as she took a long swallow from the water bottle, her eyes stayed on him, but to his relief she didn’t ask any more questions.
HOW COULD SHE feel so safe in such a strange setting, with a man she hardly knew? Maddy could only be grateful that neither her body nor her subconscious had any reservations about this man. Given the cramped space, they couldn’t avoid each other.
The floor of dirt and rock was far from flat, of course; since it tipped downhill, once she and Will had finished eating, they stretched out side by side with their heads at the top of the slope. Still cold, Maddy wore the parka she’d found in the tail of the plane, while Will wadded his up under their heads. He made sure she wasn’t lying on her more damaged left side. They had to do a lot of squirming around until no sharp edge dug into either of their hips or shoulders.
“Use me as a pillow,” he suggested, holding out an inviting arm.
As miserably uncomfortable as she was, Maddy took him up on the offer. At first, she lay stiffly beside him, trying to keep some space between their bodies, but he finally exclaimed, “Damn it! Come here.” He tugged her closer and gently lifted her arm in the sling and laid it on his chest.
The initial movement hurt, and she cried out, but as soon as she let herself relax, relief washed over her. The weight of her arm no longer tugged at the broken collarbone.
“Better?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she admitted. “Thank you.”
He made a grumbly sound she took to mean he didn’t want her incessantly thanking him, but how could she not?
She tried not to think about tomorrow, about more scrambling on this mountainside, whether going up or down—or sideways. Will thought her knee might feel better, but didn’t injuries usually hurt more the next day? Stiffen up?
Well, they couldn’t stay here, not for long. Even stepping outside this cubby beneath the boulders would leave either of them too exposed. Her worry was how drastically she’d slow their pace. The only positive was that they wouldn’t starve to death for a while—there were those energy bars she’d stuffed in her duffel, never mind what Will still had in his pack.
At a funny chirping sound outside, followed by a shrill whistle, she stiffened and raised her head.
“Pika,” he said. Since she’d never heard of any such thing, he had to explain that pikas were brown mammals that looked somewhat like a rabbit without the ears and tended to live in rockslides. “They’ll have dens down below.”
“Like ours.”
“Smaller.” His voice conveyed a smile.
Sleep tugged at her even as she tried very hard after that to imagine herself home again, and was distressed because she had trouble pulling up faces from her former life.
She woke up enough to notice the light had changed. Of course it had; the sun would have moved across the sky. Okay, really the earth did the moving and the turning, but that was just a technicality. And why was her mind wandering like this?
Because pain was responsible for dragging her out of sleep. Distraction was a form of protection.
Also...she thought her leg might be lying across Will’s. In fact, she’d practically climbed onto him.
Embarrassed, she started to shift. The white-hot stab of pain pulled a deep groan from her throat and had her seeing spots.
“Maddy?” His roughened voice was close to her ear. “You hurting?”
“Yes,” she said. “Are we going to run out of painkillers?”
His “I hope not” failed to reassure her.
“Let me up and I’ll get you some. Water and a bite to eat, too.” He shifted her as gently as he’d earlier pulled her close, until he was able to sit up and root in his pack. It only took him a minute to produce the water bottle and three capsules.
She gulped them down without asking what she was taking. Without comment, he then handed her a small box of raisins. The sweetness with each mouthful was just right.
“I keep falling asleep,” she said. “I never nap!”
“That’s an expected symptom of both your injuries and the sheer trauma. You need extra rest to heal.”
He had produced a watch at some point, so he was able to tell her it was nearly five o’clock.
She grappled with that. She, Scott Rankin and the pilot had left the small airport near Republic around eight that morning. It couldn’t have taken them that long to get deep into the Cascade Mountains. An hour? Two? Of course, she had no idea how long she’d been unconscious, or how long she’d nodded off for when she first hid herself—or now. Still.
She said, “It won’t be dark until something like nine.”
He raised his eyebrows. “The sun goes down below the mountains long before it’s close to sunset.”
“Oh.” Was that two hours from now? Three? Her bladder was beginning to nudge at her. Could she hold out even that long?
Something else. “Was the bomb on a timer, do you think? If it had gone off earlier...”
“Before you got deep in the mountains.” He’d obviously thought about this. “It could have been on a timer, calculated to bring the plane down in the most rugged terrain, or triggered by a radio signal.”
“What?” She stared at him. “I didn’t see any other planes anywhere near.”
“If that’s how they did it, they knew the route your pilot planned to take. Although...” He frowned. “Do you know why you were so far north?”
“I think Scott was trying to give me a treat to take my mind off the upcoming trial,” she said with difficulty. Having lost him, she realized that she’d come to think of the marshal as a friend. “It worked, too. I was dazzled. Until—”
“Then he must have told someone what he planned. I’d guess somebody was stationed down below to send off a signal once they saw the plane cross over into the most remote and rugged landscape. They could have been in Diablo or someplace along Ross Lake. Could have just pulled off Highway 20 at an overlook and gotten out of the car. No reason anyone would notice someone fiddling with his phone.”
“No.” She didn’t know if it was worse to think the cold-blooded calculations had been made in advance, or that someone had tipped his head back and watched as the small red-and-white plane buzzed across the sky, then punched a combination of numbers to set off the bomb. He would likely have seen it start to plummet. Had he felt even a grain of conscience, or only satisfaction?
“They brought the plane down too soon,” Will said, the set of his jaw hard. “Just a little farther and you’d have come down in the Picket Range. Seems to me, your path was taking you north, maybe toward the pass between Mount Terror and Mount Fury. The view would have been spectacular, and then you could have flown just south of Shuksan. The pilot probably wanted to give you an up-close view of some of the most awe-inspiring country in North America. If you’d hit the side of McMillan Spire or Mount Terror—” He broke off. “I’m not helping, am I?”
She tried to hold herself together. “I want to know. But... I’m not so sure it would have made any difference. The plane was torn to pieces, you know. It was sheer luck that my seat belt held and my section of the cabin got hung up on a tree.”
“There wouldn’t have been any trees at a higher elevation, say on a glacier. Only rock and ice and snow.”
She closed her eyes. “I wanted to bury them. Or cover their bodies with rocks, at least. Leaving them there like that...”
“Was the smart thing to do.” Once again he squeezed her hand.
Had Will been as caring with the horrifically injured soldiers he must have helped in Afghanistan or Iran or wherever he’d been? Yes, of course he had. By his standards she was barely banged up. She wasn’t gushing blood, hadn’t lost a leg or an arm or—an awful picture entered her mind: the grotesquely twisted bodies of the two men who’d also been on that plane.
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