Explosive Alliance. Susan Sleeman

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СКАЧАТЬ across his face, his eyes glinting with amusement as if he could read her mind. She felt her face heat up again and jerked her gaze back to Darcie.

      Darcie shot a curious look at Cash, then frowned up at Krista. “Your pulse and blood pressure are good, but shock can sometimes be delayed.” She hung her stethoscope around her neck. “The others will focus on getting as much information from you as possible to have a better chance at finding the bomber. Not me. I’ll keep an eye on you during the interview to be sure you’re handling this okay. If at any time you need a break, ask for one.”

      “I will.”

      Darcie scooted over to Opa and took his pulse.

      Skyler joined them and handed out bottles of water. “It’s important to stay hydrated, too.”

      “Thank you.” Krista’s stomach was a tight knot. She couldn’t imagine putting anything, even water, in it, but nerves had left her mouth dry. She took a long pull on the bottle.

      “This isn’t our first crisis situation so we understand what you’re going through.” Skyler smiled, yet Krista could see questions lurking in her eyes.

      “I’d appreciate it if you could continue monitoring Opa’s medical condition.”

      “Opa?” Skyler asked.

      “Means grandfather in German.” Krista peered at Opa, who was greedily drinking from the bottle while Darcie strapped the blood pressure cuff on his arm. “He’s been undergoing chemo treatments and—”

      “And she worries too much about me.” He waved off Krista’s concern. “Please don’t go to any trouble for me. I dare say I am doing better than my Liebchen here.”

      Krista patted his knee. “They can look after both of us.”

      Darcie ripped the Velcro cuff from Opa’s arm and stood. “If you start to feel dizzy or short of breath, don’t try to be a hero. Tell me right away.”

      Opa nodded and Darcie turned. “We’re good to go, Jake.”

      His clipped nod seemed to fit his no-nonsense personality. “If everyone will join us at the table, we’ll get started.”

      Krista helped Opa to his feet and, for once, he didn’t shrug off her help but leaned heavily on her arm. Which troubled Krista more than if he’d tried to move on his own. This day was taking a toll on him, and she needed to get him home as soon as possible.

      She settled him in a chair near the head of the table, deposited their jackets on another chair and sat next to him, far away from Cash Dixon. He remained standing, resting a shoulder against a window overlooking the midfield section of the stadium.

      Looking out past him, she saw powerful lights illuminating the empty field. The bomb still sat high in the stands and cops swarmed around the area, probably looking for anything that could help them track the bomber. That man. That creep who’d tried to kill children. Families. Opa.

      And she’d seen him. Up close and personal—could identify him.

      Would he realize that and try to find her to silence her?

      A shudder started at Krista’s head and worked over her body. She willed away memories of the bomber’s cold eyes. Willed away her fear of him coming after her and clamped her hands together under the table. Opa needed her to stay strong and get through this quickly to take him home.

      She focused on Jake, who stood at the head of the table, carefully appraising her. She tried not to shrink back from the intensity of his expression. Her past experience with police officers told her he’d likely take it to mean she was hiding something so she smiled and forced herself to relax taut muscles in her shoulders.

      He didn’t return her smile, but sat on the corner of the table, his determined gaze never leaving her. “Go ahead and tell us what happened today. Start with your arrival at the field and really think about anything unusual you might’ve seen.” He turned his focus to Opa, and Krista resisted sighing with relief. “If you can add anything along the way, Mr. Schiffer, feel free to jump in.”

      “Please.” He waved a hand. “Stop with this Mr. Schiffer business. It’s Otto.”

      “Okay, Otto.” A tight-lipped smile briefly lifted the corner of Jake’s mouth, but it disappeared when he looked at Krista again. “Go ahead, Ms. Curry.”

      Unlike Opa, Krista didn’t ask him to call her by her first name. Formality would make it feel less personal should they fire accusations at her later. It would also continue to remind them of her last name. A name she’d had to assume after the press had vilified her. A name that should help conceal a connection to Toby and leave her past in the past.

      “We didn’t want to battle traffic so we arrived on the MAX train,” she said, reminding herself to stick to facts that couldn’t be misconstrued and later turned against her. “We entered through Gate 2. After stopping at a water fountain to fill our cup, we went straight to our seats.”

      Skyler pulled a notepad from her backpack. “Was the bomber in his seat when you arrived?”

       Was he?

      Krista squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force away the terror of the final moments to remember the beginning. Entering the stadium. Climbing the stairs as quickly as she could with Opa. Watching her feet so no one had the chance to get a good look at her face and recognize her. Settling into her seat. Keeping her head down—way down—until the match started.

      Not something she’d tell the team eyeing her. The minute they learned she remained a suspect in a murder investigation was the minute they’d brand her a criminal and start thinking she could be involved in this incident, too.

      She glanced at Opa. “I don’t remember if he was there. Do you?”

      “I only had eyes for my Timbers, but he must have been in his seat. I would have noticed if he arrived after us and got between me and my football game.”

      “Makes sense.” Skyler flipped the page in her notebook. “What time did you arrive?”

      “I didn’t look at the clock.” Krista took a quick sip of water. “But I’d guess it was about ten minutes before the match started.”

      “I concur,” Opa added.

      Skyler jotted a note, then looked up. “What happened after you took your seats?”

      Krista ran through the events in her mind and nothing except her worry of being recognized stood out. “The match started, and it was just the usual things you’d expect. Vendors. People coming and going.”

      Skyler’s eyes bored into Krista. “When did you first notice the man who left the backpack?”

      Krista forced herself to meet Skyler’s intimidating gaze. “I accidently spilled Opa’s water. When he started coughing, I went down to the mezzanine to get more.”

      “That’s when I first saw you,” Cash said with no inflection in his tone to give away his thoughts.

      She nodded as the memory of his intense study and blatant flirtation made her uneasy. She took a quick cleansing breath before СКАЧАТЬ