Hope White - Witness on the Run

“I wish I could remember.” She closed her eyes and pulled the blankets up to her chin.

The woman was a mess. Who wouldn’t be? The hospital should be a safe place, a healing place. Instead, it had turned into a war zone where enemies hid in every corner from the E.R. to her hospital room.

Detective Monroe. A complete jerk. Jake couldn’t believe the guy had gone after her like that, handcuffed her to the bed. What on earth was he thinking?

“I wish you could remember, too,” Jake said.

With a sigh, she rolled onto her side, facing him. Wrapped in blankets, she looked childlike and fragile.

“I’m afraid of what comes next,” she said in a soft voice.

“Don’t be. Just rest. That’s the best thing you can do for yourself.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. He folded his hands behind his head and leaned back. This woman tapped into all his protective instincts from his mom, to his ex-girlfriend, to innocents in Iraq. He was overthinking again.

He glanced at the door as someone passed. That’s what he should be focused on, not the tender beauty wrapped in white.

He suddenly wondered if this was his chance at redemption, his chance to make it right. He’d see Robin through to the end and make sure she wasn’t another innocent victim of violence.

Robin awakened with a start, terrified all over again. She glanced around to get her bearings and spotted Jake in the corner of the dark room, asleep in the chair.

She hadn’t slept well, tossing and turning, her thoughts driving her into a deeper sense of foreboding. She’d seen something she shouldn’t have, and couldn’t remember anything clearly enough to help the police find the killer.

Those buried memories were going to get her killed.

She didn’t want to die. She had a lot to do, things to accomplish. Too bad she couldn’t remember what they were.

A creaking sound from the doorway made her jackknife in bed. She squinted through the dark room toward the light in the hallway, but no one was there.

She was tempted to ask for a sleep aid, but didn’t like taking drugs of any kind, even an over-the-counter pain reliever, although she’d accepted a few of those earlier to ease her pounding head.

Placing a hand to her heart to calm herself, she flopped back against the bed and eyed Jake, her self-proclaimed bodyguard. His arms were folded across his chest, his head tipped forward. Guilt snagged her insides. He looked so uncomfortable. She shouldn’t have asked him to stay, but she didn’t know who else to turn to. She needed someone’s help, and so far Jake had been the only person in her life who seemed to be more concerned about Robin than the murder case.

The shrill sound of the phone made her jump. She grabbed it, not wanting it to awaken Jake. “Hello?” she whispered.

“Death Eyes is coming for you,” a gravelly voice whispered.

She slammed the receiver, ripped out her IV and jumped out of bed, backing up against the wall.

“Robin?” Jake said, clearing his throat and sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

“Phone,” was all she could say.

The walls closed in. She wasn’t even safe in the hospital. The cops considered her a suspect, the killer had spiked her IV, and although Jake was here, he didn’t owe her anything. He could abandon her at any time.

She felt like a revolving duck at a carnival shooting gallery, ready to be picked off as she made the next turn.

Although much of her memory was lost, she knew she was a strong and determined woman. She was not going to be terrorized by a phantom and lie in bed waiting for him to finish the job.

“It’s okay,” Jake said, edging toward her. “Why don’t you get back into bed?”

“And wait to be killed or arrested? No, thanks. I’ve got to get out of here.”

She hobbled to the closet, her sore knee giving her a little trouble.

“Robin, be reasonable.” Jake blocked her.

“Please get out of my way.” She planted her hands on her hips.

He stepped aside. She grabbed the bag with her clothes and went into the bathroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Who was that woman?

“Very funny,” she muttered. She recognized herself, she just didn’t like what she saw staring back at her: a bruised and pathetic-looking woman.

“You are not pathetic. You’re just hurt. And scared.” She searched her briefcase and found her wallet. “Awesome.” She had forty bucks and a few credit cards plus her driver’s license with her address.

The cash was enough for a cab. She remembered what Jenn had written on the slip of paper: Call me anytime!

But it was the middle of the night, really not a good time to call a friend and ask for a ride. Robin could take a cab to Jenn’s place, at least that way her friend wouldn’t have to get dressed and drive to the hospital to get her.

Robin slipped on her pants and buttoned her dirt-smudged, cream-colored blouse. Her head was still foggy, but she was okay, surprisingly okay. She slung her briefcase over her shoulder and opened the bathroom door.

Her gaze locked on Jake’s amazing blue-green eyes.

“Don’t argue with me.” Robin went to the bed and searched the table for Jenn’s note.

“Why are you leaving?” he challenged.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Who was on the phone?”

She snatched Jenn’s note off the floor and shoved it into her pocket. “It doesn’t matter.”

Robin stepped around Jake, marched to the door and glanced down the hall toward the nurse’s station. A nurse sat at a desk with her back to Robin.

He stepped in front of her. “I wish you’d reconsider.”

“Please get out of my way.”

“A doctor should release you.”

“I can’t wait for a doctor.” She walked around him and opened the stairwell door.

“It’s not safe to go home,” he said, following close behind her.

She gripped the railing as she climbed down the stairs, slowly, favoring her right leg. “It isn’t safe here, either.”

He stepped in front of her and blocked the door to the ground level. “What happened?” He narrowed his eyes as if trying to read her mind.

She gripped the strap of her briefcase. Besides Jenn, this stranger was the only person she could trust. “He called my hospital room.”

“Who?”

“Death Eyes.”

“How do you know it was him?”

“He identified himself.”

“How did he know you called him that?”

“I think I whispered it before I passed out. What does it matter? He’s coming for me, and I’m not waiting around to be killed!” She closed her eyes, embarrassed by her outburst.

Jake’s warm, solid hand brushed against her sleeve. “It’s okay. Take a deep breath. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, remember?”

With a sigh, she opened her eyes. “I’d like to believe you, I really would. But let’s be real. I don’t know you. Why should you help me?”

“I’ve given you my word.” He opened the door. “My car’s in the garage.”

Great, now she was going off with a strange man?

“You can drop me at Jenn’s.”

“Please stay close,” Jake said, his hand on something inside his jacket. A gun? Did he expect Death Eyes to pop out from behind a car?

She hoped by morning the fog would lift from her brain, and she’d recall exactly what happened. At this point all she could remember were flashes of memory, frightening flashes.

She glanced at her briefcase and rubbed her fingers against the smooth leather. She remembered doing this before, brushing her hand across it while holding her cell phone to her ear.

Memories echoed in her brain.

I’m ordering you a longhorn burger as we speak.

Walking toward the elevators…noticing a light from an office spilling out into the hallway…she glanced right—