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how much blood he was losing. Aw hell, she wasn’t going to lose him, not after all this. She elbowed his left side, and he straightened. “Hey, you still with me?”
    “Yeah,” he said. “Just trying to get a good shot.”
    She didn’t mention that his hand holding his gun was shaking worse than a quaking aspen in a windstorm. Instead, she swerved to the inside of the next curve. Which put them back on the outside of the steep drop off the mountain. Not to mention on the wrong side of the road going around a blind curve. 
    The driver of the SUV took the opening she gave him. His engine whined he pushed the larger vehicle to catch up in the other lane.
    “What the hell are you doing?” her passenger asked.
    “Trust me.”
    The SUV was maneuvering into perfect position to topple Vinnie off the side of the mountain. Vinnie alternated gauging the curve ahead and looking in her side view mirror where the SUV was close enough that she could see the passenger—and his large, silver gun aimed at her. 
    She shifted down, the Subaru’s engine protesting but still giving her the power she needed. They surged forward as she steered out of the curve. 
    The next curve was a reverse of the first. Now Vinnie’s car hugged the mountain, and the SUV was vulnerable. She backed off on her speed just a notch, then hit the brakes, sending the Subaru into a controlled skid, turning the wheel so that they collided with the SUV’s back rear panel.
     The SUV spun off the road, gravel spitting behind it as it roared off the mountainside, airborne. Vinnie twisted the steering wheel, straightening them out of the skid and keeping them on the road.
    Her passenger let out a war cry that filled the small car and sent a glow of pride through Vinnie. 
    “Hot damn, lady! You belong at Le Mans!” He chuckled as he looked out his window, then finally seeming to notice the cold and snow, rolled it back up. “Where’d you learn to drive like that?”
    Vinnie sighed. He had to ask, didn’t he? 
    “My husband,” she said, glancing at her visor where Michael’s photo was snugged beneath a rubber band so that he was always with her. “He was a cop in Pittsburgh.”
    “Remind me not to mess with any Pittsburgh drivers—or cops.” 
    She glanced over and saw that his attention had returned to the laptop, the gun lay forgotten on the console between them. She could easily grab it. It wasn’t like he was in any shape to use it, even if he was who he said he was.
    She edged her hand from the gearshift down to the console. Quick as a snake strike, his good hand was there, squeezing hers so tight she couldn’t hide her wince of pain.
    “Naughty girl,” he chided her. 
    This wasn’t a game, she thought with a surge of fury. At him for involving her in this mess, at herself for allowing herself to get involved. And for trusting him—as if a pair of nice eyes and a kind face made up for him holding her at gunpoint.
    “If you’re who you say you are,” she said as his grip loosened, but he still kept hold of her hand, “then show me your credentials.”
    “Sorry. Don’t carry them on me when I’m UC—undercover,” he translated.
    “I know what it stands for,” she snapped, her patience at an end. “You trust me to save your sorry ass, but you don’t trust me with your name?”
    “Honey, I’ll trust you with my life. It’s what’s in this computer that has me doubting. It could get too many people killed, good guys.” He nodded to Michael’s photo on the visor. “You’re a cop’s wife, you should understand.”
    “You won’t have to worry much longer, here’s the cavalry.” She pointed through the windshield down the mountainside, several switchbacks away where flashing red lights crossed the road. 
    His look of relief morphed into concern. 
    “We’ve got to get off this road. Now.” His voice was urgent.
    “Why? I thought you’d want the cops—”
    “I never had a chance to call them. How did they know I