Chapter 60
He was hurt. He was stubborn and thought he had to hide it for her, but Madison had seen the blood in the dim light of the truck. He was hurt and he wasn’t telling her how bad.
She knew it and she fought the anger that adrenaline brought.
He had her by the hand, but he was slowing. Did he think she didn’t realize that?
She could see the lights of her apartment complex just two blocks away. It was an eerie reminder of what had happened with her and Hope out there in the night. She’d been able to see the lights of the ER then, too.
Madison had her bag, she had her keys. She had her phone. She should call 911 or call Jake or Murdoch. She should call it in—they should. Why hadn’t he already done that? “Why aren’t we calling this in? Getting help?”
“I can’t guarantee who will show up out here tonight. We’re going to get somewhere safe, and then we’ll call in Major Crimes.”
“Where will that be?”
“Barratts. I want you there before we do anything. And we’re not going to be the bait in their trap.”
She understood what he meant, and she got it. They didn’t want anyone else from Major Crimes ambushed, either. “It would have been nice if you’d shared that plan with me, you know. If this little marriage is going to work—communication.”
Maybe not the time for jokes, but what else was she supposed to do now?
Madison was getting tired of running for her life under the cover of darkness and everything.
It was bringing back far too many memories.
This wasn’t even her first ambush, either.
She just shivered and wiped at the dark liquid on her arm.
Blood. Of course it was blood. She’d cut her arm on the broken glass, too.
“Remember this, Madison. Trust no one now. How did they fucking know where to find us? That’s the question.”
That had been something they’d been stressing at Shelby’s tonight. There were a handful of TSP anyone trusted. No one was talking about what had been found tonight, either.
It was all staying between those who had been at Shelby’s tonight and no one else. Lila and K.J. and Bryant Naylor hadn’t been there. Charlie hadn’t even been there—he was busy dealing with something to do with his brother and sister over in Value, she thought.
Just Jake, Lake, Daniel, Gunnar, Miguel, Jarrod and the chief.
No one else.
She was really getting the feeling they were all on their own right now.
She had her keys ready when they got to her apartment. There her car was, just waiting on them.
Madison could see Missy watching her from the window.
She should be okay for a day or so—until someone could get her.
Madison had an automatic feeder, plus a spare bowl in her bedroom, and automatic water bowls.
Missy would be okay. And…if something happened and she never made it back to her cat, her mom would make sure Missy was taken care of, no matter what.
But…Dom was dragging beside her. Her caveman was hurt. She had to get him to help somewhere. Fast.
“We need to get out of here. Because anyone who knows a damned thing about me, knows about you.”
Well, he had a point about that. Anyone connected to the TSP—good or bad—knew about them too. She got him into her car. “I’m taking you to FCGH. Then…I’ll call the chief.”
Dom just nodded.
He didn’t argue once.
Dom just agreeing with her—that told her exactly what she needed to know.