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face, trembled visibly.
"You didn't kill him. He's only wounded." Mitch hoped
that was true. Pasty likely wouldn't be answering any
questions, but the driver might. The cops would be on the
scene soon, and when Jess was safe, he'd find out where the
police had taken the two men. If all went well, he could be
back in California by tomorrow morning with enough evidence
to nail the man who'd hired these goons.
Jess stared blankly ahead, hands holding her hair high on
either side of her face. "I shot him."
Mitch squeezed her knee. "He would have shot you, if
you hadn't got him first." And you'd be dead .
She pushed his hand off her leg and turned on him, words
spewing in a torrent. "What the hell have you gotten me into?
Who were those guys? Why were they after you? Did I just
shoot a cop? Are they bounty hunters?"
"They weren't…."
"Don't lie to me!" Tears shown in her pink-rimmed eyes,
her lips trembled, twin spots of red bloomed on her pale
cheeks. "No more secrets. I know you're up to no good. I
know you want my dad to get involved with whatever scam
you're into. Pull the car over. Pull over right now!"
Mitch didn't want to slow down, let alone stop. But in her
state, she might do something crazy. Like jump from a
speeding car. He found a nearly full parking lot that abutted
Lake Michigan and pulled in. Engine running, he faced her.
"Listen."
"No! I won't listen." She slapped at his hand as he
reached for her. "I've just shot a man–a complete stranger.
Who the hell were they?"
"They weren't cops, Jess." Mitch heaved a breath. They
were wasting time. "Cops don't fire into crowded restaurants."
The panic faded from her eyes, but the haunted darkness
remained. "All right. I believe that. But I want you out of my
car. Get out. I don't want you anywhere near me or my
family!"
"They weren't after me. They were after you." Mitch
managed to keep from shouting, but it was a close thing. He
didn't have time for this. She had to understand that there was
no telling what kind of backup those creeps had and if he didn't
report what had happened immediately they'd lose all
credibility.
"I don't believe you." She fell silent, glaring at him.
"You have to." Mitch mentally apologized to Dan. "Your
dad was supposed to talk to you, tell you what's going on."
Mitch had a feeling Dan would have put it off for as long
as he could, but time was definitely up. Jess crossed her arms
and stared at a pair of seagulls fighting over a scrap of trash on
the water's edge.
"There's a lot happening just now. You need to hear me."
He touched her chin and tilted her gaze toward him. She jerked
out of his fingers and glared. At least she's listening. "Your
mother, Beth, sent me here, for you."
Her reaction was immediate and terrible. Her face
crumpled and she opened the car door. "No. No way. This is
crazy. No."
Mitch grabbed her arm. "Stay. There might be more men
out there, waiting to take you out."
"Me?" She looked so broken he wished she'd welcome his
comfort. "Why me? What have I ever done?"
"It's not what you've done, it's who you are." He inhaled a
deep breath. "You're next in line to inherit a hundred and fifty
million dollars."
Chapter Four
    "You're joking, right?" Jess wondered where Rod Serling
was, where Allen Funt was, this had to be a lunatic's mix of the
Twilight Zone and Candid Camera. Her stomach clenched on a
sea of coffee. "You came into my life, into my home, and now
you want me to buy that line of crap? You want me to believe
that somehow all this was my fault?"
    "You know that's not what I meant, Jess," Mitch said. "I
only…want you safe."
Why did he have to sound so sincere?
She slumped back in her seat and slammed the door. The
view from here was strange. She didn't think she'd ever ridden
in the passenger seat before. It only added to the surreal
quality of the whole day. "Take me home. I want to talk to my
dad."
"I don't think we should." Mitch put her Mustang in
reverse. "That's the first place