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the wheel while the others loaded in. The moment I was seated, the pain I’d been enduring from the gut punch began to subside a little.
    “Get him to a hospital,” Oliver said.
    “No, I’m fine,” Vance said. “We’ll get you two to safety and then worry about me. It looks worse than it is.”
    “Are you sure?” Oliver asked.
    “Yes. Go, get them out of here.” Vance pointed to the road ahead.
    “Then… then…” Oliver grunted. “You’ll need to drive around and make sure that photographer doesn’t follow us. He got an eyeful tonight, but no one knows where we’re staying yet, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
    I nodded and pulled onto the street, checking my mirrors. After getting into a gentle flow of traffic, a car cut off a cab behind us.
    “Cut up to Main and get over onto Sixth,” Vance said.
    “Worry about you. I’ve got this.” Although Vance was the self-proclaimed tactical driving expert, I wasn’t half bad. He had a hard time letting go of the reins though.
    I wound through the streets, crossing up various roads and doubling back when I could. The car, an older model Saab without a front plate, kept up with us most of the way, but got lost behind a Metro bus in a construction zone. I drove back toward the river, throwing in a few extra zigs and zags, slowing my speed after confirming I’d lost him.
    “Good job,” Vance said.
    “Thanks. How’re you?” I glanced out of the corner of my eye at his shirt. It had gotten bloodier.
    “Still fine.”
    “You guys okay back there?” I asked, checking on them in my mirror. Oliver and Camille held hands and leaned toward the middle of the back seat.
    “Yes, we’re fine,” Oliver said.
    I pulled into the garage below the building, using Oliver’s key card to get past the electric arm, and parked in his spot. Once inside the elevator, Oliver and Camille stepped toward the back, and Vance and I blocked the doors. Camille waited until they shut to break down.
    “Oh my God! What the hell was that?” Her arms trembled at her sides.
    “It’s okay. Crime can happen anywhere any time. We were lucky it wasn’t worse, but Vance and Diana handled it.”
    “Lucky?” Her eyes opened wide.
    He sighed. “He looked like a drug addict. I’m sure he was just looking for money and when he saw us, a well-dressed couple strolling along, he probably thought we’d be an easy score.”
    “Actually,” I began and leaned against the side of the elevator. “I don’t think that’s true.”
    “She’s right.” Vance stopped clutching his wound and zipped his jacket to cover his bloodied shirt.
    “Why?” Oliver furrowed his brow.
    “When I approached him, he told me to get out of his away. He wasn’t interested in me,” I said.
    “He seemed dead set on getting to both of you,” Vance added.
    “Oliver…” Camille’s eyes filled with tears.
    Oliver took a second to digest what we’d said. “Still think I’m being dramatic for needing bodyguards?”
    Her head tilted, and she blinked excessively. “Really?”
    “I’m sorry. It’s the stress. I’m still processing everything. I didn’t mean that.” He pulled her into a hug. “It’ll be all right. He didn’t get either of us. They didn’t even let him get close.”
    “He’s bleeding!” She pulled out of his embrace and motioned to Vance with a few erratic hand gestures.
    “Don’t worry about me. This is nothing. My sisters have done worse to me with their fingernails growing up. We’ll get you both settled in for the night and take off so you can relax.”
    Camille swallowed. “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.”
    The elevator doors opened onto their floor. Vance stepped out first, confirming the hallway was clear before we proceeded into the penthouse. When the door closed, Cici’s voice called from upstairs.
    “Hey, you guys are back already?” She stopped midway down the stairs when she saw the expression on everyone’s faces. Camille sat on the couch, and Oliver