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us.”
    Zane opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment the door of the bar banged open and Shaw’s paid heavy came out, rubbing the back of his head and looking murderous.
    Her heart leapt into her throat. “Dammit. Can we go now, do you think?”
    Zane turned around, saw the guy, and muttered a curse. “Come on.” He gripped her arm and pulled her away from her car, hustling her toward a truck on the other side of the lot.
    There was a sharp report and something fast and hot whizzed by her ear. This time her heart didn’t bother with her throat and tried to launch itself out the front of her chest instead.
    Zane cursed again and pulled her over to the truck, jerking open the back door. Then there was a moment of dizzying helplessness as he picked her up and threw her inside before slamming the door shut behind her.
    For a second Iris could only lie there on the backseat, blinking at the roof above her, hearing the crack of another gunshot as the driver’s side door opened and Zane got in. “Hold on,” he ordered sharply, the truck roaring to life.
    But there wasn’t anything to hold on to since her hands were cuffed behind her back, and she almost fell off the seat entirely as Zane planted his foot, the truck taking off in a squeal of tires and a clatter of loose gravel.
    Squirming around, she managed to sit up, turning to look out the back window. Luckily it seemed that no one was coming after them. For now at least.
    “You know who that was.” Zane’s voice was flat and it was definitely not a question.
    Iris stared at the back of his head, mainly because that was easier to look at than the flash of brilliant sapphire she kept catching in the rearview mirror.
    She really didn’t want to get into it. But he probably wasn’t going to let her sit there in silence, and most especially not after he’d been shot at.
    “Yeah,” she said at last, slumping against the back of the seat. “Kind of.”
    “Tell me.” It was an order, no mistake.
    Iris leaned her head back. The adrenaline that had propelled her, first into the bathroom and almost through the window, then out into the parking lot, was receding, leaving her cold and shaky. She hadn’t been sleeping that well for the past month either—not with being constantly worried about Jamie and whether Shaw would find out where she was—and now it felt like she couldn’t move for exhaustion.
    She should have been fighting. She should have been trying to unlock the door and throwing herself from the moving vehicle. Or something.
    Except what was the point? Either the douchebag back at the bar would find her or the T-1000 in the front would, and then she’d be dead either way.
    You’ve got nothing more to lose.
    No, she had one thing. Jamie. But then she’d already lost her, hadn’t she?
    Iris closed her eyes. “What do you want to know?”
    “You can start by telling me why that bastard was trying to kill you.”
    “Perhaps it wasn’t me he was trying to kill. Perhaps he was trying to kill you for being such an asshole.”
    A chilly silence greeted her.
    Okay, so he had no sense of humor as well as being a giant douchebag. Lucky her.
    You’re not going to make any friends by being a dick, Callahan.
    Well, geez, she knew that. But really, why make nice? Zane Redmond was either one of those protector guys or the kind who followed the rules to the letter, and whichever he was, one thing was certain. She was screwed.
    When men were involved, she always was.
    Keeping her eyes closed, she allowed herself to relax a bit. “If you’ve seen my record, then you’ll know who he is.”
    There was another silence, this time less chilly.
    “I’ve seen it.” The words were crisp and full of disapproval. “So let me guess, the cartel you were running drugs for doesn’t want you to testify against them?”
    It was almost a relief to have someone else know. To not have to explain. Not that she generally told everyone her business. In fact, it was