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      Eli smoothed his palms over his legs. “At first, after rescuing Julia, I wanted to know if she was going to live. Being the one to find her that close to death—you can’t help wondering if you were there in enough time.”

      “And then when that was clear?” Hank asked.

      “Then Julia became the one person who could maybe tell us who this evil man was. When it was obvious that she was having difficulty remembering, I thought the stronger she physically became, the more likely she would remember. Helping with some of her rehab expenses, and spending time with her—encouraging her to get stronger—gave me the opportunity to continue to question her and test her memory.”

      “All that time you spent with Julia, and yet we never met face-to-face...were you intentionally avoiding me?”

      Eli smoothed his hands over his face. What answer would be the most reasonable? What answer wouldn’t make him seem like some creepy stalker? “I was worried about the case. I was worried that the defense could use my involvement in Julia’s rehab as a way to say the whole case against the Hangman was tainted. That I was wrongly influencing her. The more family members I interacted with then the more likely I could be accused of being improper so I did make myself scarce when you were around. What was most important was getting the Hangman off the streets. When Julia’s memory improved to the point that she was remembering things day to day but that the details of her attack were lost—I thought it was the best time to bow out.”

      “And that was the only reason? To protect the case?”

      “That was the only reason.”

      Hank Galloway lifted an eyebrow—his built-in lie detector alarming.

      Even to Eli, it didn’t feel as if he’d completely told the truth.

      Eli parked his car behind the two agents who watched Julia overnight. His heartbeat picked up slightly. There was no denying he was anxious to see her again. He was excited to tell her the hit package had revealed a set of fingerprints they were hoping to get a match on. Thus far, the parolee remained elusive.

      Exiting the car, Eli approached the other agents’ vehicle. A navy blue, older-model Ford Granada—in fact, the first type of car he drove as a teenager.

      He used his knuckles to tap on the window. Will Sullivan and Jace Bastian looked his direction. Will sat in the passenger’s seat with the laptop of the security feed from Julia’s town house. Jace took the opportunity to exit the vehicle and stretch his legs. As he opened the door, two large McDonald’s coffee cups tumbled onto the broken pavement.

      “How’d the night go?” Eli asked.

      Jace pushed his hands toward the sky, a groan escaping his lip. “Nothing exciting to report. She read, she slept. Still sleeping.”

      Eli glanced at his watch. It was almost nine. Julia said she was an early riser. Perhaps the stress of yesterday had taken its toll. It was a plausible explanation.

      “Last contact?” Eli asked.

      “By phone around nine o’clock last night. She was asleep an hour later,” Jace said.

      “What about Ben?”

      Will looked down at his laptop. “He’s not visible on any of the camera views.”

      Intuition fired through Eli’s mind. “Call Julia,” he ordered.

      “But she’s sleeping,” Will said from inside the car.

      “I don’t care. Call her. Get her up.”

      Eli rounded the car, opened the door and ripped the laptop from Will’s hands. Jace had the phone up to his ear. Eli could hear the phone ringing through the miniature speakers.

      Julia didn’t move.

      Will shrugged. “Maybe she’s a heavy sleeper. I’m telling you—Nothing. Happened.”

      “That’s the problem.” Eli circled his finger in the air. “Call her again.”

      Jace rolled his eyes and with dramatic flair dialed Julia again. Eli would address the tone of those movements when he wasn’t scared something had happened to Julia. This time, she did stir. Eli exhaled. On the feed, he could see her grope for the phone on the bedside table.

      Her movements were stilted...clumsy.

      Taking the laptop with him, Eli grabbed the phone from Jace in the moment Julia answered the phone. “Julia?”

      Breathing. No words.

      “Julia—are you okay?”

      Was he overreacting? Perhaps she was a heavy sleeper and he’d hastened her from bed the one morning in a long time she was sleeping in. Stress. Being hunted by a killer could definitely sap a person’s strength.

      “Hurts...”

      He looked back at the laptop feed. She was sitting up rubbing her hand against her forehead. No, not the right words. She was barely able to hold herself upright. Her body would drift to the side and she would jolt herself back into a sitting position.

      “Are you sick?” Eli asked.

      She slumped backward on the pillows. “Bad headache.”

      He pulled the phone from his ear and set it against his chest. “Will, was she drinking last night?”

      “Tea—”

      “I mean liquor.”

      Will laughed out loud. “Julia doesn’t strike me as one who imbibes.”

      On the screen, Julia’s arm dangled off the bed and she dropped the phone. Eli shoved the laptop and Jace’s phone at Will. “Call 911.”

      “And tell them what?”

      “Give them the address. Tell them it’s a medical emergency.”

      Eli’s feet pounded the pavement with Jace’s footfalls close behind him. Trees rushed by as he pumped his hands faster to get his legs to pick up speed. Nothing looked disturbed from the distance as he rounded the corner and nearly pummeled the door as he dropped his speed. He jabbed the key code into the lock.

      It didn’t release.

      He tried again.

      Nothing.

      “It’s Monday. The lock’s code has changed,” Jace said with his hands on his knees as he huffed from the short sprint.

      “Get it.” Eli seethed.

      Jace patted his pockets and held his hands up empty. His phone was in Will’s possession. Eli reached for his and keyed in his code and handed it over to Jace and then began to pound on the door. “Julia!”

      “I got it. I’m sure she’s fine.” Jace СКАЧАТЬ