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Pursuit

“Lie still. Help’s coming.”

Those words penetrated the darkness Jess was lost in. It was a
horrible darkness, riven with screams and pain and an explosion of
hot, leaping flames. Warm strong fingers touched her neck, her
cheek, and she swam even closer to full consciousness.

My God, my God....

“I need some help over here! There’s an injured
woman!”

The shout, uttered in the same deep, drawling male voice that had
told her to lie still, sent terror stabbing through her.

No, no....

“Shh,” she breathed, because that was the best she
could do. He was crouched beside her, bending over her, she
realized, and realized too in that moment when she saw stars
swirling through the ink-black sky beyond the dark shape of his
head that her eyes were now open.

Not dead then.

The reality of his large body looming so close caused her heart to
leap. Her stomach cramped with fear. She sucked in air....

The pungent smell of something burning filled her nostrils. It
stung her throat, curled down into her lungs.

Please God no.

“Hey! We need help!”

“Be quiet,” she whispered, clutching desperately at his
trouser leg. She tried to make the caution urgent, sharper and
louder, but it came out sounding more like a sigh. A deep,
pain-wracked sigh. With reason: she hurt. All over.

Cold. So cold. Freezing cold.

“It’s gonna be okay. There’s an ambulance
here.”

The man stood up. Her grip on his trouser leg tightened. He’d
made no move to hurt her - he couldn’t be one of the demonish
wraiths from her dream. Could he? Her instincts said no. He felt -
safe, somehow. Like she could trust him. Her hand made a tight fist
around the cloth near where it broke over his shoe. Conviction
coalesced inside her: whatever happened, he mustn’t leave her
here in the dark alone.

“We had a wreck.” The words hurt her throat as they
emerged. She remembered it now, the tires screeching, the car
skidding then leaving the road....

What car?

Slow motion flip-flops, end over end....

The others. Where were they?

She started to shake.

“Damn it, move your asses! Get a medical crew over here
now!”

That wasn’t a shout, it was a roar. Loud enough to shatter
the night. Loud enough to pull her head out of the terrible vision
she seemed to be watching from a distance. Loud enough to make her
cringe. Loud enough to penetrate the sounds - the deep rhythmic
thumping overhead, the jumble of voices, the clang of metal, the
hum of motors, of which she was just becoming fully aware. Loud
enough to be heard. Thanks to him, they would know where she was
now without any possibility of concealment.

They?

Her pulse pounded. Panic shot through her veins.

Have to escape, have to escape, have to....

She was, she realized, curled on her side on damp, cold ground. Her
cheek rested on something that both cushioned and prickled - dead
grass? Something large and sharp that she guessed had to be a rock
jabbed into her hip. Her head felt like it was lower than her legs
because she lay twisted like a discarded doll on a hillside. She
had only to push herself up and....

Gathering all her forces, she tried to get to her feet, to scramble
away, to run until the darkness swallowed her up and hid her and
she was safe once more. Pain shot everywhere, zigzagging along her
nerve endings like white-hot lightning bolts, making her want to
scream at the intensity of it - only she couldn’t. It hurt
too much.

I can’t move.

The realization stunned her.

Only her head moved, and her arms, with a great deal of effort.
Getting them beneath her, she found she could push her torso a few
inches from the ground - and that was all. She was trapped,
immobilized in her own body. As she fell back, terror turned her
insides icy. Her thoughts went fuzzy. All she knew for sure was
that she was in pain, quickly intensifying pain. Her ribs, her
legs, her head - they all hurt. She couldn’t get away. And
she was afraid.

I should be dead.

Certainty laced the thought. The crash had been bad. Flying out
into darkness, into nothingness, the car rolling over and over, end
over end.... and screams, multiple screams. Soul-shattering
screams. She was screaming, too. She could still hear the screaming
in her head.

Are the others dead?

That’s what she tried to ask him, when he crouched beside her
again. Either she was making no sense, or he didn’t hear. She
clung to his trouser leg. The material was smooth and cool and
sturdy. A lifeline.

“Help’s coming. Try not to move.”

He must have felt her grip on him, or maybe he sensed her
desperation through the darkness, because he patted her hand in
clumsy comfort. If he wanted to hurt you, he’s had plenty
of time to do it by now
. Instead she felt - protected.
Thank God. Letting go of his trousers, she clutched his
hand instead.

Warm strong fingers....

“Don’t leave me,” she begged, her voice a hoarse,
dry rasp in her throat. “They - they.....”

But her mind fogged up again, and all of a sudden she
couldn’t remember who ‘they’ were. Wasn’t
even sure she had ever known in the first place.

They?

Dark shapes rushing through the darkness, silhouetted against
the flames....

“What?” He leaned closer, clearly having heard her
voice but not understood what she was trying to say. “Who are
you? Were you in the First Lady’s car?”

The First Lady. Annette Cooper. Oh God oh God
oh....

She could hear a flurry of movement not too far away: the crunch of
dried grass, the shuffle of footsteps, a fragment of conversation.
People approaching.

Jess caught her breath. Terror grabbed her heart and
squeezed.

“Please....” she begged.

“Over here,” he called, releasing her hand with a quick
compression of her fingers and standing up. Jess realized that the
forest of swaying bushes surrounding her probably blocked her -
both of them - from the view of whoever was approaching.

Until now.

Desperation sent her heart pounding against her ribcage like it was
trying to beat its way to freedom.

“Gotcha,” a man called back.

Her rescuer crouched beside her again. Jess caught his hand.

“The paramedics are almost here,” he said before she
totally panicked.

Of course. Paramedics were coming. He wouldn’t be yelling
like that at anyone else.

But her thundering heart wouldn’t be calmed.

More footsteps, drawing closer and closer. Rustling branches.
Crunching grass. As a spotlight found her in the darkness she
couldn’t help it: she cringed. Half blinded, she felt like a
small animal in a trap, helpless to save herself. All of a sudden
she was ruthlessly exposed, visible to everyone, vulnerable. Her
pulse pounded. Her heart raced. Her hand tightened on her
rescuer’s fingers. He glanced down at her. She saw the dark
gleam of his eyes shift so that they were once again focused on
her. Though the spotlight was on her, the glaring white
beam pinioned her, the shadows enshrouding him receded
slightly so that he was more visible, too. Her vision was all
blurry - her contacts, she must have lost them - and he was still
mostly in darkness, but she was able to absorb the broad strokes.
He was a big guy, wide chest, broad shoulders, thick neck, short
thick fair hair. White dress shirt, no tie. Black suit
coat....

One of them.

Recognition flew through her consciousness with the swift, fierce
speed of an arrow. She gasped - gasping hurt - and dropped his
hand.

“So what’ve we got here?” It was a new voice,
another man, and, contrary to the terror she’d felt a moment
before at the idea of being discovered by anyone else, Jess
welcomed it now. Welcomed him. There was safety in numbers -
right?

Safety from what?

“She’s conscious. She must have been in the
car.”

He moved back, out of her line of vision, as paramedics bustled
around.

“Hi, there, what’s your name?” Another man
crouched beside her. Fingers found her pulse.

“Jessica.” She closed her eyes against the light.
“Jessica Ford.”

“We’re going to take good care of you.”

“Get a cervical collar on her,” someone else
said.

Then she stopped listening, stopped thinking, stopped doing
anything, really, except feeling, or trying not to feel, the pain
that came in waves. Her attitude was fatalistic: whatever happened,
happened, because there was nothing she could do to change any of
it now. There were two men, both EMT’s she thought, both
seeming dedicated to making sure she would survive. The man who had
found her stayed back, mostly just out of her sight, although she
caught the occasional glimpse of him with her peripheral vision as
the EMT’s stabilized her, then loaded her onto the stretcher
and carried her up the hill.

“Keep her away from the press.” The drawl in his voice
was unmistakable. He had found her, and stayed with her. She
realized that he was with them still, walking near the stretcher.
She was afraid of him, now. One of them. That was the
thought that kept darting through her mind. But she couldn’t
- quite - justify the fear.

He hadn’t hurt her. And he didn’t feel like a
threat.

But still she was afraid.

Waking up in the ambulance as they were threading an IV into her
vein, Jess realized that she must have lost consciousness sometime
during the latter part of the ascent.

Not that it mattered. Now that she was out in the open, now that
they knew where she was, now that she was hurt and
helpless and trapped in her own body, there was nothing she could
do to help herself even a little bit. Except maybe....

“Call my boss.” With what she feared were her last few
seconds of clarity before sedation claimed her, she summoned every
bit of strength and determination left to her and spoke to the
paramedic securing the needle to her arm with tape. At first her
voice was a mere thread of sound. She strained to make it louder.
The paramedic heard, because he met her gaze with a questioning
look. “John Davenport. And my mother. The numbers are in my
phone....” which had been in her jacket pocket. She
remembered feeling the solid shape of it bumping against her thigh
as they put her on the stretcher; but she wasn’t wearing the
garment now and - there it was, her jacket, in pieces on a shelf;
they must have cut it off her....” which is in my jacket
pocket. Over there.”

She tried to cut her eyes toward the remnants of her jacket, but
already her lids had grown heavy. With a rush of panic so strong it
almost countered the effect of whatever drug was now being pumped
into her system, she realized she was going under.

Helpless....

But there was nothing she could do to save herself. Even as
darkness overwhelmed her, even as she sank bonelessly into the
void, she found herself back in the speeding black Lincoln as it
shot off the roadway, and screams, her own included, once again
echoed in her ears.

Excerpted from PURSUIT © Copyright 2011 by Karen Robards.
Reprinted with permission by Putnam Adult. All rights reserved.

Pursuit
by by Karen Robards

  • Genres: Fiction, Romantic Suspense
  • hardcover: 384 pages
  • Publisher: Putnam Adult
  • ISBN-10: 0399155422
  • ISBN-13: 9780399155420