on herself and needing to vomit. Then darkness. Thank God, darkness. *** Micah paced around the bed Sarah laid on. Praying. He wanted to ask Nancy for help with the praying thing, but didn’t know what to ask. The little boy’s name was Troy. Micah had begun to think God was on their side until he questioned the boy about the dream he had. Turns out the angel he talked to was all dark and black looking. Dread quaked in Micah’s bones now that Sarah had one foot in the grave from that fucking wound. Nancy left. The plan was, she’d go see her husband and stop back on the way home to check on them. Micah had found a local auto-glass shop in the phone book and sent her to fix the back glass and get them a few supplies before leaving. He’d given her enough money for her to pay for a week’s stay. Nancy informed the manager that her brother and his wife would occupy the room until she got back. That was the plan Micah told Nancy. But the real plan was they were leaving. They couldn’t stay in one spot for more than a day if he could help it. He just needed Sarah awake. And then he’d get her to call that cousin of hers. He needed him to come fetch them ASAP. He sat on the bed and turned on the TV, looking for local news, hoping to learn something that would give him a hint of where they stood. He wondered about Revyn for the millionth time. Wondered how he’d died. If he’d suffered long. He needed to find out from Sarah about all her extended family. They needed to be warned. He went to the bed and sat next to her, taking her hand in his. Burning up still. She required fucking antibiotics and there were no twenty-four hour places opened and it was only seven-thirty in the morning. She could maybe reach her cousin. “Sarah. Sarah wake up love.” She moaned and whimpered. “You need to wake up. I’m going to need you to call an antibiotic in for me in a little bit. For an infection.” She fought to open her eyes and finally stared at him, dazed. “It’s for you. But you have to call it in for me as a doctor. You have an infection from the arrow wound and need antibiotics. Will you be able to do this for me?” She barely nodded. “Water.” Micah flew to get her a drink and helped her sit up. It’d only been six hours since he’d pulled that fucking arrow out. He’d never cried over something so much. He even had Nancy in tears. “Right now, I need to talk to your cousin in the FBI. Can you give me his name?” Her brows furrowed. “Shawn. Talbot.” He kissed her forehead and cheeks. “I love you. I’m going to call him and I’m going to need you to talk to him. Okay?” She nodded. After telling her exactly what she needed to say to him, Micah got the phone and dialed the FBI office where he worked. He paced the floor while she talked to him, his gut twisting when she gave the name of their hotel. She handed him the phone and Micah got on , his stomach in knots still. “I just need to hear this from you,” a deep voice said. “What the fuck have you gotten my cousin involved in and how do I know you’re for real?” Micah gave him enough dirty details about some of their unsolved crimes until he r cousin was silent. “Good enough?” “I’m on my way. Make sure she stays alive. Don’t go out.” Micah hung up and sat heavily on the bed. He believed him. He knew because Micah heard the terror and dread in his final words. Good. That’s exactly what he needed him feeling. Micah called the pharmacy next.
Chapter Eight
Sarah woke to an unfamiliar face. She finally panicked when she remembered ugly details. “Shhh, it’s me, Shawn, your cousin.” “I’m here. ” Sarah grasped at Micah’s soft words with her mind and reached for him. Shawn moved out of his way and Micah knelt next to her and kissed her hand. “ Here’s the medicine.” Shawn handed him the antibiotic. “ Get the pain medicine. It’s on the counter. Ibuprofen and Tylenol. Get both. And grab