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or any place of cover.
    A second shot rang out, that time closer, and Jordan grunted and moaned.
    “Oh, God,” Jenna exclaimed, “you’ve been hit.”
    “Flesh wound,” Jordan stated through gritted teeth, “but if we don’t get out of here, I’ll be dead.”
    She struggled to see around him. “You think they’re trying to kill you?”
    Another shot rang out, striking near where Jenna’s head had been positioned only moments before.
    “They’re sure as hell trying to kill one of us.”
    Sirens erupted as speakers blared, and the sound of pounding feet filled the air as security raced down the corridor.
    “Drop your gun!” The voice was clearly one of authority, someone used to issuing orders and, even more important, used to having them followed.
    Jenna managed to peek over Jordan’s shoulder. “Well, at least the cavalry has arrived.”
    Jordan was staring at the gunman, now less than twenty feet away. “They may be a little late.”
    Jenna followed the direction of his gaze as the shooter pulled out a second gun. “Oh, shit.”
    “I said, drop it, mister.” The voice rang out again.
    “Go to hell.”
    Jenna’s gaze was glued to the shooter’s face, and she could swear he smiled as bullets riddled his body. Blood sprayed across the clean, shiny floors of the airport corridor, tiny particles flying upward, downward, and sideways.
    Jordan rolled off of her and struggled to his feet, pulling Jenna up with him.
    “Put your hands in the air and don’t move!”
    “I think we’d better do what he says,” Jordan said, raising their joined hands, his other arm limp, hanging loose at his side.
    “You lied to me; that’s not a flesh wound.” Jenna moved but stopped at the sound of guns cocking.
    Jordan trembled, and a glaze slowly crept into his eyes.
    “People lie, Jenna. Get used to it,” he mumbled, just before he passed out.
    Jenna sipped a lukewarm coffee, hands trembling as the anger that had been brewing for the last half hour finally erupted in full force. “I told you, I’ve never seen this man before. I don’t know who he is or why he would want to kill us. What part of that is too complicated for your pea brain to comprehend?”
    The door opened, and Jordan was ushered in, arm in a sling, face pale. “Thought I’d join the party.” He gave her a lopsided smile, flopping onto the nearest chair. “Hear it’s a hell of a lot of fun in here.”
    “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Federal Agent Derek Simms glanced at the two and picked up his paperwork before leaving them alone.
    “Are you okay?” Jenna asked, leaning across the table, searching his face, concern filling her eyes.
    “Doctor says I’ll be good as new in a month or two. Bullet went straight through the fleshy part, nipped a muscle or two.”
    “God, these people are driving me crazy.” Jenna shoved back her chair and roamed around the small room. “We haven’t even been allowed a phone call.”
    “It’s federal. Whole different ballgame. Guy starts shooting in an airport, they take it pretty seriously,” Jordan said.
    “I’m very familiar with the federal game, Jordan, and I’m taking this pretty damn seriously myself.” She slammed her fist against the old, scarred table. “Someone tried to kill us out there, and instead of trying to find out why, they act like we’re the ones responsible.”
    A different agent entered the room, glanced from one to the other, and took a seat at the head of the table. “Please sit down, Miss James.”
    Jenna glared at him but took her seat.
    “I’m Special Agent Joe Treadmore. We’ve verified your identities as well as your story of why you were here. Miss James, you can pick up your things at the front desk. You’re free to go.”
    She couldn’t believe her ears. Free to go? With no idea of who had tried to kill them or why?
    “Just like that?” she asked, standing up. “Someone tried to kill us, Mr. Treadmore. We don’t know why, and we really don’t know