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    He put her in the driver’s seat and waited for her to belt up, then walked around the front, not taking his eyes off her until he got into the passenger side. Beth had the top up, but had no windows in place on the jeep. She watched him as he slid the seat back for his long legs and looked around on all sides, probably to see if anyone was looking at them.
    A few people had come out to escape the skirmish inside, but no one was paying any attention to them. She pulled her keys out of her small tote strapped to her waist. Beth was looking around to decide if she could call for help or even escape when he placed a hand across the center and onto her seat belt. When she looked over, the dangerous dark weapon between his knees made her lose her breath.
    “You are a smart lady—don’t disappoint me now. Just pull out. You can head for your apartment. Don’t break any traffic laws and everything will be fine.”
    His voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard the words clearly above the motors of the other vehicles that were leaving.
    Beth took a deep breath, put the car in D and started out. She pulled in behind another car, heading for her apartment. She wondered if he knew where she lived or if she dared to go to another location.
    Beth felt a tug on the seat belt. “Forty-two Thirteen Apartment D. As I said, be smart.”
    Shit, he knew where she lived. What the hell was this all about? Did he think she could get him into another clinic? Boy was he in for a surprise. Still, that weapon looked serious. It looked like something she saw soldiers carry on TV. She knew nothing about weapons, and she didn’t like being this close to one. This one was all black, bigger than a pistol, seemingly hooked to some straps on his chest under his jacket.
    “I have nothing worth stealing. You saw to that the last time.”
    There was silence. They were at a light with the bass music from the car next to them roaring, drowning out any conversation, The light changed, but she let the other car pull away first.
    “What do you mean about last time ?”
    Beth heard his voice a little louder this time. She looked over, then quickly back at the street. “You are such a clever thief that the cops, along with my employer, thought I helped you. I almost ended in jail. I did end up fired. I lost all of my bonuses along with my company savings. There is nothing at my apartment that you need.” Beth drew a deep breath to give her bravery button a push. “Let me take you where you need to go. I can drop you off or give you this damn cheap car. You can go your way.”
    Again, there was silence except for the traffic noises. The trip was the longest drive home she had ever taken.
    “I am sorry about your job. I can make the money right. In fact, it is money that you are going to help me with.”
    Beth thought his voice was interesting, as if he had an education. She still couldn’t place the accent, because it wasn’t always there.
    Beth did look at him. Someone honked behind her. She realized she had taken her foot off the gas. She slowly moved back up to a suitable speed, trying to think over what he had said. She finally turned down the side street. The next turn led to her apartment building. Surprisingly, there was a spot in front not far from her entry, so she pulled in to wait.
    “Turn the car off. We are going in.”
    Beth did as instructed, but didn’t take her belt off. “I don’t think I want to be alone with you in my apartment. So, let’s just sit here. You can shoot me or some people I don’t know, or you can explain things.” She would have had her fingers crossed if she thought he wouldn’t notice.
    Beth was shocked as he was out of the car, around it and had her belt off before she could take another deep breath. Since he had to reach across her body to unhook the belt, he used the same arm to lift her off the seat onto the street. The gun was hanging against his chest in a type of canvas belt that