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moment anyway, but once he had Caitlyn someplace safe, he was coming after this dirt wipe.
    “You know that guy?” Harlan asked her.
    “Hard to tell.” Her breath was racing, hitting against his bare shoulder and back, and every muscle in her arm was iron hard. “But it could be Farris. We need to find out if he’s out of the institution.”
    He would. And maybe Caitlyn would be able to confirm if it was or wasn’t Farris when she got a look at his face. The trick was to let Caitlyn get that look without the guy seeing her. Harlan didn’t want the man using that Glock on them.
    From inside the room, Harlan heard a loud crash, as if someone had bashed something against the wall. Harlan waited with his breath held, and within seconds the man burst out of the room.
    Caitlyn groaned softly, and Harlan knew why.
    They couldn’t see his face to determine if it was her stalker because the guy was wearing a ski mask. He jumped back into the truck and sped away. He was already a few yards past the vehicle where they were hiding when the driver of the truck slammed on his brakes.
    “What’s he doing?” Caitlyn asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.
    Harlan didn’t answer. Didn’t want to make a sound, but he eased himself lower to the ground so he could watch from beneath the car.
    His heart slammed against his ribs when he heard the truck door open again. And Harlan saw black combat boots when the guy stepped out. The man didn’t move for what seemed to be an eternity, and it gave Harlan too much time to think of all the things that could go wrong.
    “Get back in the truck,” Harlan said to himself, hoping the guy would do just that.
    But he didn’t.
    He took a step. Then another.
    Oh, hell.
    The armed man was walking straight toward them.

Chapter Four
    It took every bit of Caitlyn’s self-control—and Harlan’s bruising grip on her arm—to stay in her place. Her instincts were screaming for her to bolt. To get far away from the ski-masked man who was just a few yards away and closing in fast. But running would only get her shot.
    Harlan, too.
    Because she hadn’t missed that the man coming toward them was also armed. And angry. Everything about his body language told her he was working on a short fuse and a hot temper, and it was too much to hope that all that fury was aimed at someone other than Harlan and her.
    But why?
    Soon she wanted to know the answer to that, but unfortunately they might be killed before they learned why this man was after them.
    Even though she tried not to make a sound, that was just about impossible with her heart and breath galloping out of control. Unlike Harlan. He was focused only on the man’s movement, and he didn’t show any sign of the fear Caitlyn was feeling.
    She glanced around them, looking for anything she could use as a weapon. The only things within reach were a couple of small rocks, so Caitlyn scooped them up and waited. God, she wished they had a phone so she could at least call the cops.
    The man stopped, and Caitlyn pulled in her breath. Held it. Waiting and praying that he would just turn around, go back to his truck and drive away.
    That didn’t happen.
    Because her attention was nailed to him, she saw the shift of his weight to the front of his feet, and he slowly bent his knees. Lowering himself. Stooping down. And there was only one reason for him to do that.
    So he could look beneath the cars.
    Caitlyn tried to hold out hope that he wouldn’t see them. Or that someone would see him and send him running. After all, a man in a ski mask was bound to look suspicious.
    Harlan turned his head slightly to the side. “Get ready to move,” he mouthed.
    That caused panic to shoot through her again. Move where? There were only two places for them to go—right or left—and either way the man would see them.
    Even though she’d braced herself for the man to fire, it was still a hard jolt when the blast came. In the same second, Harlan used their handcuffed connection