Page 27 of Diagnosis Attraction

“We both volunteered.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better about her lying dead back there.”

“Let’s make sure it doesn’t happen to us. Otherwise, she died for nothing.”

The words strengthened her resolve. “Where are we going?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t think we can risk my apartment.”

“Why?”

“They probably know I treated you. They could be looking for me, too.”

She gasped. “So you’re truly in trouble now. Not just me.”

“Not your fault.”

“Of course it is.”

“It’s the fault of whatever evil mess you stumbled into.”

He could put it that way, but it didn’t make her feel any better about Polly’s death.

He kept driving, putting distance between the Kramer house and themselves.

Finally, she focused on how he’d rescued her. “You sent me a message—mind to mind—and I got it.”

“Yeah. Lucky thing because I couldn’t risk hitting him when he had the gun pointed at you.”

“Telepathic communication,” she whispered.

“Probably, it only worked at that distance because it was an emergency.”

She would have liked to test the theory, but not now.

Glancing at him, she asked, “You’re leaving all your stuff in your apartment?”

“In Africa, I got into the habit of carrying essentials with me in case I had to get out of a tight spot in a hurry. I’ve got an overnight bag in the trunk.”

“Okay.”

She tried to stay calm as they drove toward the suburbs.

He stopped at an ATM and got a wad of cash, then stopped at another and got more.

“What are you doing?”

“I may not be able to use my credit card after this. I want to make sure I’ve got money.”

“Why are we running from the authorities?”

“Because we don’t know the situation. The cops could be in on it.”

“That’s a cynical way of thinking.”

“I learned to be cynical. And I think you agree.”

“Why?”

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