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the dusk. The flurry of the ER had done what she’d hoped. Since returning to work, she hadn’t imagined a thing.
The evening air was mild enough that maybe this year Mother Nature wouldn’t view the official beginning of spring as a joke and dump a foot of snow as the punch line. People crowded the sidewalks, rushing home with a speed and efficiency Jillian bet they rarely exhibited at work.
She turned left at the corner, toward the Carleton Parking Ramp three blocks from the hospital. She should start looking for a new car. Her agent said she’d get the insurance proceeds next week, and the company would stop paying for her rental soon afterwards. But she couldn’t work up any enthusiasm for a new car. She didn’t have a clue what kind she wanted, except not another Camry. Maybe Andy would help her.
Kristen would be pleased at how she and Andy were drawing together, even though she wouldn’t have been thrilled to have been the catalyst. Not that Jillian had made any decisions about Andy. If she was too stressed to analyze cars, she certainly couldn’t decide something infinitely more important.
The crosswalk sign flashed Don’t Walk. The crowd obediently stopped at the curb instead of rushing across the street the way they would have out East. Further support for her brother’s theory that despite its Wild West pretensions, Denver was basically a nice, polite Midwestern city. She hadn’t talked to Ian for a couple days, and she knew he’d been worried about her. She’d call him tonight and—
Something slammed Jillian’s back, and she plummeted into the street. The headlights and steel of a city bus raced toward her, but she couldn’t catch herself, couldn’t move out of the way. Diesel fuel fumes burned her lungs. The engine’s roar drowned out her hammering heartbeats.
An instant before she hit the blacktop, someone jerked her back. The bus whizzed by, so close its breeze touched her cheeks and chin. Then Jillian was standing safely on the sidewalk. Heart still racing, she looked for whoever had pulled her to safety.
A middle-aged woman, sturdy in a rust down parka and black Sorrel boots, grabbed her arm. “Are you okay?”
“Are you all right?” a man in a camel hair coat asked simultaneously.
“I’m fine. Thanks for rescuing me.” Jillian was uncertain whether she should be addressing the woman or the man.
“I think it was a man in a dark coat, but I don’t see him now.” The woman looked around. “Maybe it was your guardian angel.”
“Whoever it was saved my life. Did you see who pushed me?”
“Pushed you? I’m not surprised.” The man raised a brown leather finger. “These corners are a menace on Friday night, everyone rushing to be the first to cross when the light changes. They need more police and—”
“It wasn’t an accidental bump,” Jillian said. “Someone shoved me in front of the bus. I felt a hand on my back. Did you see anyone?”
The man and the woman both shook their heads, as did the rest of the small group who’d apparently decided the possibility of a good show was worth a slight delay in their weekend plans.
“Why on earth would anyone have done that?” another woman asked.
Jillian surveyed everyone, all eyeing her curiously. No witnesses meant no busy cop would believe it was other than an accident or her imagination. “It must have been an accident. I work in an ER, and I’ve had a long day.”
Everyone nodded.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” the first woman asked.
“I’m fine, and my car’s a block away,” Jillian said. “Thanks for your help.”
Insides quivering, she crossed the street, sticking to the middle of the crowd. A McDonald’s lit up the end of the block. She hurried to it then headed for the restroom. Once inside, she locked the door, dug her phone out of her purse, and made a call. “Andy? Can I come to your office? Either I’m going crazy, or someone’s trying to kill me.”
Chapter 7
Jillian
The evening air was mild enough that maybe this year Mother Nature wouldn’t view the official beginning of spring as a joke and dump a foot of snow as the punch line. People crowded the sidewalks, rushing home with a speed and efficiency Jillian bet they rarely exhibited at work.
She turned left at the corner, toward the Carleton Parking Ramp three blocks from the hospital. She should start looking for a new car. Her agent said she’d get the insurance proceeds next week, and the company would stop paying for her rental soon afterwards. But she couldn’t work up any enthusiasm for a new car. She didn’t have a clue what kind she wanted, except not another Camry. Maybe Andy would help her.
Kristen would be pleased at how she and Andy were drawing together, even though she wouldn’t have been thrilled to have been the catalyst. Not that Jillian had made any decisions about Andy. If she was too stressed to analyze cars, she certainly couldn’t decide something infinitely more important.
The crosswalk sign flashed Don’t Walk. The crowd obediently stopped at the curb instead of rushing across the street the way they would have out East. Further support for her brother’s theory that despite its Wild West pretensions, Denver was basically a nice, polite Midwestern city. She hadn’t talked to Ian for a couple days, and she knew he’d been worried about her. She’d call him tonight and—
Something slammed Jillian’s back, and she plummeted into the street. The headlights and steel of a city bus raced toward her, but she couldn’t catch herself, couldn’t move out of the way. Diesel fuel fumes burned her lungs. The engine’s roar drowned out her hammering heartbeats.
An instant before she hit the blacktop, someone jerked her back. The bus whizzed by, so close its breeze touched her cheeks and chin. Then Jillian was standing safely on the sidewalk. Heart still racing, she looked for whoever had pulled her to safety.
A middle-aged woman, sturdy in a rust down parka and black Sorrel boots, grabbed her arm. “Are you okay?”
“Are you all right?” a man in a camel hair coat asked simultaneously.
“I’m fine. Thanks for rescuing me.” Jillian was uncertain whether she should be addressing the woman or the man.
“I think it was a man in a dark coat, but I don’t see him now.” The woman looked around. “Maybe it was your guardian angel.”
“Whoever it was saved my life. Did you see who pushed me?”
“Pushed you? I’m not surprised.” The man raised a brown leather finger. “These corners are a menace on Friday night, everyone rushing to be the first to cross when the light changes. They need more police and—”
“It wasn’t an accidental bump,” Jillian said. “Someone shoved me in front of the bus. I felt a hand on my back. Did you see anyone?”
The man and the woman both shook their heads, as did the rest of the small group who’d apparently decided the possibility of a good show was worth a slight delay in their weekend plans.
“Why on earth would anyone have done that?” another woman asked.
Jillian surveyed everyone, all eyeing her curiously. No witnesses meant no busy cop would believe it was other than an accident or her imagination. “It must have been an accident. I work in an ER, and I’ve had a long day.”
Everyone nodded.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” the first woman asked.
“I’m fine, and my car’s a block away,” Jillian said. “Thanks for your help.”
Insides quivering, she crossed the street, sticking to the middle of the crowd. A McDonald’s lit up the end of the block. She hurried to it then headed for the restroom. Once inside, she locked the door, dug her phone out of her purse, and made a call. “Andy? Can I come to your office? Either I’m going crazy, or someone’s trying to kill me.”
Chapter 7
Jillian
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