inexpensive, but the company has been paying large sums of money for them.”
“Have you seen any of those packages?”
“No, that’s not my department anymore. Six months ago, David reorganized the warehouse and I only deal with the paperwork side of things now. I rarely see the items as they come in.”
Trent started adding things together and didn’t like what he was coming up with. “Sara, I want you to listen to me for a minute. I have to call in the fact that I have you. I can’t just ignore that you have an outstanding warrant.” He held up his hand as she started to protest, “Please , just hear me out.” He paused as he watched her struggle to contain her fear and settle back into her chair.
“I have some friends in the FBI and I want to contact them and tell them your story and see if they have any information about your boss in their files. Once I get that information, then I’ll decide whether or not to tell the local authorities I have you. In the meantime, I think you need to follow Dr. Baker’s advice and get some rest.”
“But if David has someone monitoring the law enforcement channels, won’t he know you’ve contacted the FBI about me?”
Trent smiled at her for the first time in many minutes, “Normally, yes. I have some close contacts within the bureau that won’t have any problem keeping a lid on things until we can figure out what we’re dealing with here. But, I have to have your promise to stick around, take care of your health, and let me do my job.”
Seeing that this might be her only chance at recovering her old life, Sara nodded and said, “I promise, I won’t try to leave. Actually, getting some rest sounds really good right about now.”
“I bet it does. Let me make a few phone calls and then I’ll get you home.”
“Home? I can’t stay with you, can I?” Sara was so tired, but she was sure she had just heard him say he was taking her home with him.
“I can and you are going home with me. My aunt lives with me, if that’s what has you so worried, so don’t. Just in case you missed the population sign as you drove into town, Castle Peaks is fairly small. We don’t have any hotels or motels, and no fancy B&B’s here. The only people who ever come here actually come to visit someone they know. “
“But won’t your aunt mind having a strange person in her house?”
“Well, the house is mine, and she’ll love having someone to fuss over. You’ll probably grow tired of her attention before long.”
Sara slowly nodded her head in acceptance. “Okay. You win.”
“I always do,” Trent informed her. “Why don’t you go over to the couch and lie down while I make these calls? It shouldn’t take too long, but you look like you’re getting ready to pass out on me again.”
Sara looked over her shoulder at the couch and couldn’t think of anything she would enjoy more. It took all of her spare energy to push herself up from the chair and walk to the couch. Once she settled herself into the cushions, she drew her knees up to her chest and looked up to see Trent sitting behind his desk watching her.
Trent started to go around his desk and help Sara over to the couch, but then thought better of it. His self-control was wearing thin, and the last thing he needed was to put his hands on her and kiss her like he had been wanting to do for the last thirty minutes.
As he watched her gingerly settle herself, he remembered the conversation he’d had with Dr. Baker about her bruises. She hadn’t mentioned David or Trevor having beaten her up so where did she get so bruised up. Waiting until she looked up at him, he asked, “Sara, when Dr. Baker was examining you, he noticed some large bruising on you. Where did those come from?”
Sara swallowed, “I fell down the stairs at work a couple of days before we flew to Las Vegas.” She had thought about that fall several times over the