Page 134 of Capturing You
But when she rounded the corner, a man spotted her and shouted, “Over here!” He sprinted toward her.
She shifted and pushed herself faster.
The structure next door was dark.
Beyond that were more empty office buildings. If she could make it to the B and B across the street…
But she wouldn’t. No chance.
Somebody needed to drive by, to give her cover or stop and help. Where were the police? She needed a stranger, someone.
Footsteps closed in behind her.
Her foot landed partly in a hole, and she twisted her ankle, stumbling. Pain shot up her leg, but she pressed on.
A hand gripped her wig and yanked it off.
A scream crawled up her throat, but terror cut off her air.
Anoofand a thud had her glancing back. Two men, on the ground.
Before she could register what was happening, one popped up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and propelled her forward. The man dragged her behind the building and toward the forest.
She fought, trying to get away.
“Stop. Brooklynn. It’s me.”
Forbes?
He was here? Saving her—again?
How? How had he found her?
They reached the edge of the sparse forest as shouts rang behind them.
“Down! On the ground!” Forbes urged her, and she went to her knees, then face down on the damp forest floor.
He lay on top of her, his body warm and sheltering. “Shh-shh.” The sound was barely more than a breath in her ear. “Don’t move.”
She was sucking in air, trying to be quiet.
“I’ve got you.” The words infused confidence, as if Forbes’s presence was all she’d required.
But the men were closing in.
He shifted against her. She craned her neck and caught the glint of a handgun as he pulled it from beneath his jacket.
“Where’d she go?” A man’s voice was too close.
“I don’t know.” This one sounded woozy. Forbes had obviously done more than just knock him over.
“How could you lose her?”
That voice was familiar, but the words were uttered so low that she couldn’t place it.
But she had a bad, bad feeling about it.
“Find her,” that same familiar voice said.
