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Rye’s tone turned testy. “Then what?”

“There’s a cop asking around the pool tables if anybody’s seen you and a lady fitting this one’s description. Said the police are canvassing all the probable places for you to charter or rent a plane.”

“Shit!”

“So, that resonates?”

?

??Yeah. It resonates,” Rye muttered.

“What did y’all do to tick off Atlanta PD?”

“You don’t care what we did, or you wouldn’t be over here warning us.”

“Was it short of killing somebody?”

“Way short. In fact, she’s a doctor who’s trying to save a life and running out of time to do it. Security cameras in a parking garage have me trying to teach some manners to an asshole who came at me with a knife. His package is gonna need an ice pack for several days, but he’s still breathing.”

The explanation seemed to satisfy the other man. He pulled on his jacket. “The cop went into the can, but he won’t be long. I’ll walk out with her, like she’s my date. The cop has a picture of you taken off a security camera. I got a glimpse of it. It’s blurry, can’t tell much, but doesn’t hurt to be careful, so use my cap.”

He passed Rye a Braves ball cap. Rye put it on and slid off his bomber jacket.

“Good call,” the man said. “Jacket’s cool as shit, but it’s part of your official description. Meet you outside.” Addressing Brynn, he said, “You ready, sweetheart?”

He came around and held her chair.

Brynn looked at Rye with full-blown panic, not only because the police were conducting an official search for them, but because they didn’t know this man from Adam, and she was being handed over to him. Regardless of the stance she’d taken earlier, she didn’t want Rye to abandon her now.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“Right behind you,” he said. “Now go!”

She stood up, unsure her trembling legs would support her. The stranger placed his arm across her shoulders and propelled her toward the exit. But as soon as they had cleared it, she drew to a halt. “I’m not going any farther without Rye.”

“I’m trying to help, I swear.”

“Why would you?”

“Rye Mallett? Are you kidding? He’s a legend.”

Just then the legend exited the bar. He spotted the police unit parked off to one side and reclaimed Brynn by grabbing her hand. “Thanks, buddy. I owe you, but we gotta split.”

“Where’s your car?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Damn, man. Come on.” He motioned for them to follow as he led them through the mazelike parking lot where lined spaces had been ignored. When they reached his car, he unlocked it with a fob and opened the back seat door.

Rye said, “No farther until I know who the hell you are.”

“Jake Morton.”

Then he saluted Rye.

Violet

I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. It has softer pillows than at the hospital. They call it a hotel, but who are they kidding? It’s really a hospital, just without bright lights. Only sick people stay there. I’m on the floor for kids with cancer. Mom and I stay there while I get radiation. I hate radiation. But I don’t have to think about it again till Wednesday.

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