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Lorelei nodded like she had any idea who Dawn Patterson was. Karli said Dawn was going to let Lorelei stay at her house, but Lorelei hadn’t actually met the woman. Not since she lost her memory.

“Sorry. I guess you don’t know Ms. Patterson yet. Anyway, we need to get to work moving Ms. Painter. Do you have a ride back to wherever you’re staying?”

Lorelei shook her head. “I got dropped off by a ride share service.”

“We can get you back. But we need to move. Another unit is coming to clear the place of any evidence of Abigail being here.”

“Are they going to find him?” Abigail asked.

“We’re going to do everything possible,” Samuel said. “I promise you.”

Abigail drew a breath and let it out slowly. She clearly trusted the men in the room.

Lorelei didn’t get any bad feelings from either of them, but she wished she knew who they were.

“Agent Sloane saved me,” Abigail said as they all made their way to the front. “She doesn’t know who she is, but she saved me. Whacked him with her crutches and broke his arm. Maybe his knee. I’d be gone, or dead, if she hadn’t done that.”

“If I hadn’t come, he never would have found you,” Lorelei said.

“He would have eventually. I’ll look over my shoulder until I know he’s in the ground,” Abigail said.

“We’re not going to stop until we know you’re safe,” Samuel said. “Now, let’s move.”

16

Vinnie pulled into the lot at Molly’s apartment complex and found a spot near her building. He turned off his SUV and opened the door.

“You don’t have to walk me up,” she argued.

“It’s that or you come home with me. You can have the couch.”

“You already have a houseguest.”

“Yep, and she’s in my bed. The couch is empty.”

“Ew. I don’t want to hear you two having sex.”

“Then you should let me walk you up.”

Molly rolled her eyes and let Vinnie help her out of the SUV. She was sore, and the doctor said she’d be stiff for a few days, but she was lucky and had no major injuries.

“I hate this,” Molly said.

“Everyone does. Are you sure Hannah’s going to be able to stay with you?”

Molly nodded. “She’s coming by after her date.”

“And you’re going to call me if she can’t?”

Molly rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

Vinnie grinned and opened the door to her building. Molly walked inside slowly. She had bruises on her shins from the airbags, and her shoulders and neck were sore from the impact. She wasn’t cleared to return to work, but the doctor said there was no reason Molly couldn’t go back in a week if she didn’t feel worse. She probably had a concussion, but it was minor and there was nothing the doctor could do for it. He wasn’t worried about major issues. Thankfully.

Molly’s apartment was small like Vinnie’s, but it was more updated. She had an elevator to get them to the fourth floor, and a quiet hallway that she constantly said was the only reason she could sleep during the day when they worked a night shift.

Vinnie wasn’t so lucky, but he wasn’t willing to spend his money on a nicer place. Not when he wasn’t sure he’d be able to afford it forever.

Molly unlocked her door and led the way inside. She dropped her keys into a ceramic bowl on a table next to the door, then trudged to the living room and collapsed onto the couch.