Sting

Any sudden movement of her head caused the throbbing to sharpen, so now she gingerly angled it in order to get a clearer view of him. Above the driver’s-seat headrest, she could see a swirl of hair on the crown of his head. She remembered it being long and untidy. It looked darker in the blue ambient light of the dashboard than it had beneath the amber, smoke-fogged fixtures inside the bar.

Visible through the space between the two front seats was a portion of his right arm, sleeved in blue chambray. She recalled that the shirt had pearl snap buttons. The cuffs were rolled back almost to his elbows.

He hadn’t impressed her as being particularly muscle-bound, not a body builder type, but evidently he was strong enough to carry her to his car, because she certainly hadn’t made it here under her own power.

Reluctantly, she admitted how difficult it would be, if not impossible, for her to physically overcome him.

No, in order to survive, she must somehow outwit him, and in order to do that, she couldn’t operate in a vacuum. She needed information, and he was her only resource.

She cleared her throat. “Congratulations. You have me. Who are you?”

For all the response she got, he could have been deaf.

“Do you have a destination in mind, or are we just putting distance between us and the scene of the crime?”

He remained silent, registering no reaction whatsoever.

“How long was I out?”

Nothing.

“Hours?”

When he still didn’t respond, she said, “Actually, it doesn’t matter. The police will have quickly deduced that you murdered that man in cold blood and kidnapped me.”

Stone silence.

“By now, they’ll have launched a full-scale search. Kidnapping is a federal crime. So not only the local authorities but the FBI will be in on the manhunt, and they won’t give up until they find me. And they will.”

“I give them three days.”

Since he hadn’t responded to anything else, she was momentarily taken aback to hear his voice again and even more alarmed when she realized that he had gradually braked. As the car slowed, he steered it into a right turn.

Once they were off the highway, the view through the car window changed. Their headlights danced crazily across overlapping treetops that obscured the view of open sky. For fifty yards or so, rocks knocked against the undercarriage as the car jounced over deep potholes.

“Three days minimum,” he said. “By that time, I’ll be back in Mexico, sipping cerveza and shopping fishing boats.”

“What about me?”

He stopped the car, shifted it into Park, and turned to address her through the space between the seats. “You won’t be going to Mexico.”

That blunt declaration caused another surge of gorge in her throat.

He cut the engine, switched off the headlights, and got out. The dome light came on when he opened the driver’s door. Jordie blinked against the sudden glare that shone directly down on her.

He opened the back door and ducked his head inside. Again she felt the bite of his razor-sharp eyes. The overhead light cast harsh shadows on his face, emphasizing prominent cheekbones and unsmiling lips.

Without saying anything, he closed his fingers around her left ankle. At his touch, she yanked her knees up, freeing her feet from his grasp, and then tried to drive them into his face. He jerked his head back just in time. Her heel barely clipped his chin.

She tried again. He stayed just out of reach. On her third attempt, his hand shot out, grabbed her ankle, and roughly pulled her feet against his chest, where he kept them in place with one hand while, with the other, he picked one of her sandals from off the floorboard and worked her foot into it. He secured the tiny buckle with the same detachment with which he’d fired a pistol into the back of his cohort’s head.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

That cold gaze lifted to meet hers. “Not inside the car.”

When both her sandals were on, he backed out of the door and shut it. He went around to the other side and opened the door behind her head. Reaching in, he cupped her underarms and hauled her out.

As soon as he set her on her feet, he turned her to face him. “Don’t try any more dumb stunts like trying to kick me.”