Race Against Time

Star moaned.

He reached out, then drew back, uncertain of a safe place to touch.

“Sammy is not dead. Someone found him and took him to the police department. I will get him back for you. Do you hear me? I will get him back.”

She opened her eyes.

“You lie.”

He frowned. People did not accuse him in such a manner.

“I do not lie.”

“You lied to me. You told me Sammy and I would always be safe with you, and then you made a deal to sell me. I will hate you forever.”

He had no response to that.“I will find Sammy and bring him back. You will see,” he said.

“Stop talking, Anton. Your words mean nothing to me anymore. I just want to die so that all of this will be over. I can’t bear any more pain. I can’t bear any more heartache. I’m sorry I didn’t die. I’m sorry Sammy didn’t die. Then we would both be free of you,” she said and closed her eyes.

* * *

Nick followed the ambulances to the hospital. By the time he located the redhead in ER she was on an examining table, naked, bloody and unconscious. He could hear the baby crying a couple of doors down, but a toddler couldn’t tell him anything he needed to know. He just had to wait, hoping the woman would wake up enough to tell him what the hell happened to her. And if that baby wasn’t hers, who did he belong to?

* * *

Quinn woke up to bright lights and chaos, bathed in a pain she could feel all the way to her bones. Someone was trying to turn her over and someone else was talking in loud, staccato syllables. A part of her sensed the urgency in the voice, which was not a reassuring sound.

Where was she?

What had happened to her?

Was she going to die?

Someone was yelling in her ear. A woman.

She frowned. Why were they yelling? She wasn’t deaf.

“Honey, can you hear me?”

Quinn moaned, struggling to pull herself out of the pain-induced fog.

“Yes.”

“What’s your name? Can you tell me your name?” the woman asked.

Quinn was struggling to stay conscious.

“Quinn.”

“Thank you, Quinn. Do you know where you are?”

“Hospital.”

“Yes,” the woman said. “You’ve been shot.”

Quinn felt someone running a hand across her midriff, pressing into the taut flesh. She reached out, trying to grab it.

“Police. Need police,” she mumbled.

Nick’s heart skipped.

“Here! I’m here,” he said, as he moved to the foot of the bed. “Detective Nick Saldano, Las Vegas Homicide.”

“The car...on fire. Two dead inside. Found baby there.”

“Where?” Nick asked. “Where did you see this?”

“93...”

Nick frowned.

“Highway 93?”

Quinn shuddered as a ripple of pain rolled through her and reached toward her shoulder.

“Ma’am? Quinn? Highway 93?” Nick asked again.

Her eyelids fluttered. The word came out on a sigh.

“Yes.”

“Who shot you?”

“Don’t know. Someone...in the desert.”

“Did you see what they were driving?”

But Quinn didn’t answer. She was unconscious again.

“That’s all for now, Detective. She’s still bleeding. Must have nicked a vein. She’s going to surgery.”

Nick backed up and watched as they wheeled her out of ER. Something terrible had happened out in the desert, and he had a hunch Quinn was a witness someone had tried to kill. The fact that she was still breathing put her in danger all over again.

“Go with God,” he said and left the examining room. He needed to call his lieutenant about the reported murder, and get a guard on this woman ASAP. And then check and see if someone from Child Welfare was here for the kid.

* * *

Quinn woke up again as they were moving her to the operating table. The simple act of moving her from the bed to the table was excruciating. Tears welled.