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claimed to be FBI agents, Trevor shook his head, refusing to move.
    Throwing up her hands in exasperation, JR snatched the front of his polo shirt in her fist and pulled him down from his six feet so that they were eye level. “Dr. Grant, I promise I will answer all of your questions, but not here and not now! You can trust me. I’m here to protect you. That man was willing to shoot you inside of a crowded lounge. We need to go right now!”
    Still not entirely convinced, Trevor decided at least for now he would go along and give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she’d put herself between him and the shooter. “Okay, but let me grab my backpack. The bartender is holding it behind the bar for me.”
    Seconds later, JR slipped inside the “Staff Only” door with Trevor close behind her.
    Keeping a watchful eye to make sure they weren’t followed, they found themselves in a storage room that led to a loading dock. JR started in that direction then suddenly winced and doubled over. Pressing her hand to her side then pulling it back, she stared blankly at her hand that was now covered in blood. “The shooter missed you, Dr. Grant, but he didn’t miss me,” she said angrily through gritted teeth.
    Trevor pulled her hand away so he could see the wound and then immediately looked around the room to see what he could use to stanch the blood. He spied packets of cloth dinner napkins wrapped in plastic on a shelf. He grabbed one of the packets, ripped it open, and pulled out a handful of the napkins. He pressed them against the wound. He applied as much pressure as he could without hurting her even more.
    It didn’t help that the woman removed her weapon and rested her right forearm over his shoulder, aiming at the door should the gunman come after them. It also didn’t help when she sucked in her breath as he had to press hard on the makeshift bandage.
    Glancing into her eyes, he saw that she was frightened, but still in control. “It’s not fatal, but it’s not a nick, either. The bullet went right through; some muscle damage but nothing permanent.” When she dropped her arm and started walking to the back door, he told her she needed get off her feet or she was going to bleed to death.
    “No, we have to keep moving.” JR held the makeshift bandage in place with one hand and pushed open the door. “My car is this way. We need to leave before the cops arrive and follow the blood trail.” To emphasize her point, JR pointed to the puddle of blood on the floor.
    Shouts and squealing tires could be heard from the other side of the door leading to the platform. But they still had to worry about the possibility of someone coming into that room from inside the lounge, where they could still hear screaming and running.
    Trevor didn’t waste any more time. He tossed the rest of the opened pack of dinner napkins onto the floor, then shoved carts stacked with dishes and coffee cups across the floor and up against the door. It would slow down anyone trying to come in. Hurrying over to where she stood looking out the door, he already knew she was in no shape to drive. He removed her hand from the makeshift bandage, took once glance, and knew she needed immediate medical attention.
    “Give me your keys.” It wasn’t a request and she must have sensed that when after a span of five seconds, she reluctantly fished the keys out of her small black purse and handed them to him. “Which is your car?” She pointed to a red Mustang.
    Shrugging off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders, Trevor wanted to laugh. The jacket fell just below her knees but it was long enough to effectively cover the blood-soaked bandage. Supporting her arm to keep her from falling, he guided her steadily down the platform to the sidewalk. The Mustang was fifty feet away but she managed to keep up with his long strides. He helped her into the passenger seat, where she moaned painfully and slumped over. Hurrying around to the driver’s side,