look that tells me he thinks I might be losing it. I wipe my cheeks with the palms of my hands finally able to control my emotional outburst. Emma is standing on one side
,
Luke on the o ther, both of them with amazing concern on their faces.
"That's what he said." I reach for a tissue to blow my nose, cringing in pain at the slight movement. Emma hands me the box, rubbing my shoulder.
"He said he killed Jane?" Emma asks.
I nod as I blow my nose.
"So, it wasn't an accident? The crash wasn't an accident?" Emma glances at Jacob then Luke.
"That's what he said," I repeat myself.
"Why was he hired to kill you?"
"He just said that Jane told him that I had to be dead before I turned eighteen and everything changed." I shrug, maybe I seem nonchalant, but I'm tired and the whole thing is just crazy.
"Did he say why?" Luke now speaks up, grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his lips.
"He didn't know why, but he fell in love with me so he couldn't do it."
"Well thank God for that at least. The stupid bitch was going to have you killed. Why the hell for? As soon as you were eighteen she was going to exile you." Luke glances at Jacob.
"When you're ready we will bring in a sketch artist so we can at least see what he looks like. We don't even know if he knows we have you. There have been Feds staking out the place since we found you and he hasn't returned."
"He said he was going to leave me there until the coast was clear." I tell them remembering the words he uttered before he left. "How long has it been since I've been gone?" I have no idea what day it is other than Emma telling me I had been asleep for two days.
"He took you five days ago, baby." Luke finally speaks, letting me go from his embrace and I see him shudder.
"What do you remember?" Emma leans in asking me softly.
"I remember you, Jimmy, and Jacob leaving to get your clothes, and then he was there behind Luke and he went down. I was so scared you were dead," I choke through the sobs. Luke moves to sit on the bed with me and wraps his arm around my shoulders, kissing the top of my head, and giving me the strength to go on.
"Lucy came in next and she put that thing on my back, and then he put the needle in her neck and she went down too." The tears are rolling again, and even though Emma looks as if she is going to stop me, I continue.
"He had a bomb. The only reason I went with him so easily was because I thought he would use it if I fought." They all seem to understand. I was afraid they would think me weak for allowing him to take me so easily.
"He had a blue van, a big one, and the windows were blacked out." I recall my memory and Jacob takes out his phone telling someone on the other end about the blue van.
"After he put me in the back he put the needle in my neck and everything went black, but I saw him push the detonator. I thought you were all dead," I choke out, burying my face in Luke's neck.
"Jacob got us out, he saved our lives, baby. He dragged us out and to safety before the bomb went off." Luke kisses my forehead comforting me. "The house is gone, though," he tells me gently, like I am going to be upset. I don't care about the damn house. All I care is that everyone I love is okay.
"Do you think you are ready to talk to the sketch artist?" Jacob tenderly asks, trying not to push me. "If not it's fine, baby