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He eyed her and tilted his head. “What do you mean? Did you catch a glimpse of him, maybe?”
“Umm…” She lifted her gaze to Macy, who stood behind the detective. She shook her head. They must not have been flying under the radar because the detective immediately glanced over his shoulder.
Macy smiled and shook her head and swatted the air in front of her face. “Damn fruit flies.”
His stare stayed on her for a second before returning to Cheyenne. “Anything you can give me on the driver would be helpful.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get a good look. It all happened so fast, ya know.”
He eyed her and nodded slowly. She got the distinct feeling he wasn’t completely buying her explanation. He pulled a card from his pocket and then handed it to her. “If you think of anything, no matter how small, please give me a call.”
She snatched it from his hand. “I will.” She followed him as he made his way to the door. “Um, what hospital is the man on the bike at?”
He turned around and furrowed his brows. “Why?”
She shrugged. “Just thought I’d send him flowers or something.”
His gaze shifted from Cheyenne to Macy and landed back on her. His back straightened, and he drew in a breath. “He died on the way to the hospital.”
“What?” she whispered. He’d been in bad shape when they’d loaded him into the ambulance, but according to the EMT, he was still breathing. Tears threatened over the rim of her eyes. She’d never watched someone die. She sniffled and wiped her cheeks. It was silly to cry for a man she didn’t know, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Cheyenne?”
She glanced up and quickly wiped her cheeks with her sleeves. Her bottom lip trembled.
His eyes softened. “It was good of you to stop. You helped him.”
She nodded as her tears streamed down her cheeks. “He died.”
“Yeah. But he didn’t die alone.”
No, he didn’t.
She tried to smile, and the detective held his stare on her. “Think of anything, call me.” He closed the door behind him, and she was left staring back at Macy.
She wiped her eyes again and laughed without humor. “I don’t know why I’m crying, this is stupid.”
Macy grabbed her hand and held it to her chest. “No, it’s not.” She pulled her in for a hug, and Cheyenne embraced her tightly. She knew nothing of this man, except for his name, the envelope, and he must have had a woman named Meg, but her heart broke anyway.
Macy walked her to the couch and pulled her down, and sat next to her.
“Why were you shaking your head when he asked about the driver?”
Macy rubbed her back. “I don’t know. I just had this feeling, like if you gave a description and the guy found out, he’d come for you. It’s stupid. I guess I just got freaked out. I mean, you said yourself, the car seemed to be aiming for the motorcycle, and then the driver just takes off? It doesn’t sound like an accident to me.”
The thought hadn’t even occurred to her until now. What if the driver got a good look at her or her car? It may have been far-fetched, but this was obviously intentional, and with all murders, witnesses were the downfall.
“I’m a witness.” She drew in a breath. “God, I didn’t even think about that.”
“This whole thing is crazy, Chey, but there’s no reason to freak out, right? I mean, what are the chances the guy even saw you?”
She had a point. It all happened so fast, and the driver never looked over at her.
“Now what do I do?”
Macy hugged her against her side, and they fell against the cushions. What the hell was she supposed to do now? The cops knew her name. What if the driver found out and came looking for her? Oh hell…
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