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right?”
Her eyes flew to his face, but shadows obscured his expression, so she shrugged off the double entendre. “I plan to get a good night’s sleep. I know I have to look at those files with fresh eyes.”
“Now we have something specific to look for.”
They stepped off the curb and a car engine revved. Her step faltered, and Eric jerked his head to the side. He held up his hand in case the guy behind the headlights wasn’t paying attention.
As they entered the crosswalk, tires squealed and the car hurtled toward them.
Christina screamed and flew through the air.
Chapter Six
Eric still had her by the waist where he’d grabbed her just as the car whooshed past them, spewing exhaust and burning rubber into the air.
Several pedestrians shook their heads and one man yelled an obscenity after the speeding car.
Christina had stumbled back against Eric’s chest, and he pulled her tightly against his body. “Are you okay?”
“That was close.” Her voice shook and she cleared her throat. “What’s the matter with that guy? Didn’t he see us?”
“He saw us, Christina.”
She spun around, her nose almost touching his. “Are you sure?”
“I waved at him. Didn’t you hear the car take off? Zero to fifty.”
“Okay, what are you saying, Eric?” She placed her hands on his solid chest and leaned away from him. “Do you think he was aiming for us?”
“Sure seems that way.”
Her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt. “Then it’s no coincidence. I know there are some bad drivers in this city, but they usually don’t aim for pedestrians.”
“Unless those pedestrians are investigating a series of murders and are getting too close for comfort.”
Her heart pounded in her chest and her breath came out in short spurts. “That’s crazy. We’re the FBI for God’s sake.”
“Do you think that exempts us from people taking potshots at us? We just lost an agent in South America. Someone blew his cover and the cartel executed him, beheaded him.”
She shivered and hugged her waist. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”
“Me either.” He grabbed her hand. “Let’s get back to the car. We don’t want to give him a second chance.”
“Do you think it’s our killer? Do you think he plans to strike again in San Francisco?”
“I hope he tries and we’re there to stop him this time.”
“We need to report this to Rich.”
“We have no proof that the guy driving that car has anything to do with this case.”
“There’s the symbol on my rental car. Someone’s following us, someone who’s aware we’re here to investigate these murders.”
“I’ll put it in my report to Rich and the P.D.” He held out his hand. “Do you want me to drive? Your hands are trembling.”
She dropped the keys into his palm without a word. If he wanted to play the big strong protector, who was she to argue?
When she slid into the passenger seat, she leaned back to get a view of the side mirror. “I’m going to make sure we’re not being followed.”
“Why? That would be great. Let him come to us.”
“Easy for you to say. Those weren’t your toes he almost ran over with a two-ton car.”
Drawing his brows together, he adjusted the rearview mirror. “Did you feel like he was aiming the car toward you? We were both in that crosswalk.”
“I don’t know. Maybe just because I was in front of you. Scary stuff.” She wriggled deeper into her seat and stuffed her hands beneath her thighs. Tonight had been a roller coaster ride. Maybe she should try to call Vivi and see what she had to say about the matter. Of course, every time she talked to her sister, Vivi tried to recruit her to the dark side.
“Are you okay?” Eric reached over and squeezed her shoulder.
“I’d be better if I thought the hot tub at the hotel would be open when we got back.” He removed his hand too soon and steered into the hotel parking lot.
Despite being outed as a witch and almost
Her eyes flew to his face, but shadows obscured his expression, so she shrugged off the double entendre. “I plan to get a good night’s sleep. I know I have to look at those files with fresh eyes.”
“Now we have something specific to look for.”
They stepped off the curb and a car engine revved. Her step faltered, and Eric jerked his head to the side. He held up his hand in case the guy behind the headlights wasn’t paying attention.
As they entered the crosswalk, tires squealed and the car hurtled toward them.
Christina screamed and flew through the air.
Chapter Six
Eric still had her by the waist where he’d grabbed her just as the car whooshed past them, spewing exhaust and burning rubber into the air.
Several pedestrians shook their heads and one man yelled an obscenity after the speeding car.
Christina had stumbled back against Eric’s chest, and he pulled her tightly against his body. “Are you okay?”
“That was close.” Her voice shook and she cleared her throat. “What’s the matter with that guy? Didn’t he see us?”
“He saw us, Christina.”
She spun around, her nose almost touching his. “Are you sure?”
“I waved at him. Didn’t you hear the car take off? Zero to fifty.”
“Okay, what are you saying, Eric?” She placed her hands on his solid chest and leaned away from him. “Do you think he was aiming for us?”
“Sure seems that way.”
Her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt. “Then it’s no coincidence. I know there are some bad drivers in this city, but they usually don’t aim for pedestrians.”
“Unless those pedestrians are investigating a series of murders and are getting too close for comfort.”
Her heart pounded in her chest and her breath came out in short spurts. “That’s crazy. We’re the FBI for God’s sake.”
“Do you think that exempts us from people taking potshots at us? We just lost an agent in South America. Someone blew his cover and the cartel executed him, beheaded him.”
She shivered and hugged her waist. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”
“Me either.” He grabbed her hand. “Let’s get back to the car. We don’t want to give him a second chance.”
“Do you think it’s our killer? Do you think he plans to strike again in San Francisco?”
“I hope he tries and we’re there to stop him this time.”
“We need to report this to Rich.”
“We have no proof that the guy driving that car has anything to do with this case.”
“There’s the symbol on my rental car. Someone’s following us, someone who’s aware we’re here to investigate these murders.”
“I’ll put it in my report to Rich and the P.D.” He held out his hand. “Do you want me to drive? Your hands are trembling.”
She dropped the keys into his palm without a word. If he wanted to play the big strong protector, who was she to argue?
When she slid into the passenger seat, she leaned back to get a view of the side mirror. “I’m going to make sure we’re not being followed.”
“Why? That would be great. Let him come to us.”
“Easy for you to say. Those weren’t your toes he almost ran over with a two-ton car.”
Drawing his brows together, he adjusted the rearview mirror. “Did you feel like he was aiming the car toward you? We were both in that crosswalk.”
“I don’t know. Maybe just because I was in front of you. Scary stuff.” She wriggled deeper into her seat and stuffed her hands beneath her thighs. Tonight had been a roller coaster ride. Maybe she should try to call Vivi and see what she had to say about the matter. Of course, every time she talked to her sister, Vivi tried to recruit her to the dark side.
“Are you okay?” Eric reached over and squeezed her shoulder.
“I’d be better if I thought the hot tub at the hotel would be open when we got back.” He removed his hand too soon and steered into the hotel parking lot.
Despite being outed as a witch and almost
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