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God, please help me trust him if I should. Show me the way out if I shouldn’t.

As they sat on the turnout, exposed if Cole should show back up, she was well aware of the seconds that ticked by as she waited for the call to finally connect with voicemail. “This is Remi. I’m on my way to Seattle. Call me back. I won’t have cell service for a while. I need to see you, or at least talk to you, immediately. Someone’s trying to kill me.” What more could she say? Those words had to get Dr. Holcomb’s attention and hopefully a quick response. It was Remi’s greatest fear come true.

Hawk pulled from the turnout and back onto 101.

“Please just text—” The call dropped. “Wait. What are you doing? I wasn’t finished.”

“Time’s up. We’ve been here too long and so we’re leaving now.” He stared at the road, his brows deeply furrowed.

“It’ll take us four or five hours to get to Seattle,” she said. “Let’s stop at the lodge and rest first. I need to make sure everything’s running smoothly. Check on Jo.”

“No. Jo, Erika, Dylan—your whole gang is trained to take care of things. You’ve made sure of that. Going back there just puts not only you in danger but your staff and your guests. So we’re not going to the lodge.”

But...

He was right. She was stupid to suggest it. “Where are you taking me, then?”

“To switch vehicles.”

She let that soak in. At least Hawk was thinking things through.

“I never could have imagined this scenario. I wish I knew why someone wants me dead.”

“You do. By now you must realize that you witnessed something, know something that someone is willing to kill you for and someone else wants you to remember.”

“You’re right, but I meant details. I don’t know the details behind why.” She rubbed her temples. “I think we both need sustenance and sleep.” She’d been going strong for close to twenty-four hours. Hawk too. They had the training to keep going. “I want to be fully coherent, given what I might face. What’s coming.”

“I agree.”

He steered through Forestview, then to the outskirts, where he pulled up to a small clapboard house probably built in the seventies, but a few renovations gave it an updated look.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“This is the place I rented before the cabin became available.” He pulled right into the garage, then got out and heaved the door shut.

She hopped out of the Bronco and glanced around the old, musty garage. “I thought you said we were switching vehicles.”

“We are. But you’re right. We need a few hours of sleep. I don’t know if the power went off, but it’s on now. I have stuff to make sandwiches, and even if the power went off, it’s probably still good.”

He clomped up the steps and unlocked the door into the house, and she followed him inside.

“And you’re not worried about Cole following or finding us here?”

“He didn’t follow, and he wouldn’t know about this house.”

She wished she had a duffel bag with clothes. She should have planned ahead and stashed a go bag at the bus station like they did in the movies. Forget clothes. Her priority now was the sandwich he mentioned, then crashing on a sofa. Shoot, she’d even take the cold hardwood floor.

The place was old and musty like the garage. “Oh, it’s cute.”

“Nothing is mine. Nothing is fancy. Just an old sofa, couple of chairs, and a bed. Not much.” He washed his hands in the kitchen sink. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Then he peered inside the fridge. “We have Black Forest ham or smoked turkey.”

“Turkey.”

“Mustard or mayo?”

“Plain?”

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