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and furious he stared at her. She tried to read the look and decided he needed time. She focused on the attacker. “I think I’m injured.”
    “You can slide out or I can come get you.”
    The attacker’s words skidded across her nerves, leaving an icy trail in their wake. “Give me a second.”
    In a blur, Jonas moved. He brought his gun up in a flowing arc. At the last second he lifted his head and shot right out the window without aiming. One second the attacker hovered there, leering. The next leaves rustled and red sprayed across the broken glass. The only sound was the lone beep as Jonas’s elbow hit the horn when his arm flopped back down.
    The whole thing took a second but moved in a slow motion that played more like hours. She’d never been a big fan of the police, but she was grateful for Jonas.
    “Is that guy dead?” she asked.
    Jonas rubbed his head and came away with a hand stained with blood. “Hurt or not, I don’t miss from this range.”
    “I guess that’s a yes.” The horror of death washed over her. The man, whoever he was, died because of her. “I can’t believe this.”
    “Courtney.” Jonas’s husky voice broke through the screaming in her brain. “Are you okay?”
    Her hands shook hard enough to bang against the dashboard. “You’re bleeding.”
    “It’s minor.”
    She touched her fingers to his forehead and trembled against his skin as the haze settled over his eyes. “We have to get out of here. Can you move?”
    Reaching down, he unclipped his seat belt and his body slumped closer to the ground. “I can’t make it out of this window at this angle. We need to rock.”
    “What?”
    “Try to tip the car on its side.” He shifted and his eyes closed.
    “Jonas.”
    His eyes popped back open. His forehead creased. He didn’t yell or complain, but the muscles in his cheeks tightened. “I’m okay.”
    “I can get out.” She had no idea if that was true. The seat pinned her knees under her, and the numbness in her right shoulder had spread down to her fingertips.
    “Any chance you have a phone?” he asked.
    “No, and for the record I’m sorry I chucked your radio into the trees.”
    His mouth kicked up on one side. “Makes two of us.”
    “I can slip out—” She hissed when her weight shifted to her thigh and a string of pain ran down to her feet.
    “Don’t move until we know what’s wrong with you.”
    “We can’t stay here.”
    “We won’t.” He used his elbow to knock out the rest of the window’s broken glass. With his upper body outside the car up to his armpit, he reached for something outside.
    He let out a long, growling yell, then fell back against the steering wheel. His chest lifted on harsh breaths. With eyes closed and sweat streaking across his eyebrows, he locked his jaw and sat still.
    She recognized pain when she saw it. “What are you—”
    “I can do it.” This time he threw his body to the side, lifting farther out of his seat. His hand slapped against the ground before it disappeared. When he flopped back he had something in his hand and held it under her nose. “Here.”
    She stared at the cell phone and realized Jonas picked it off the attacker. “How did you know he had one?”
    “Lucky guess.” Jonas gasped between breaths. “At some point he’d have to be able to call the person paying him to grab you.”
    “Smart.”
    “I’m sure it’s a pay-as-you-go and won’t trace back to anyone, but at least we have it.”
    “So, you believe me.” The words were heavy in her mouth, hard to say and even harder to accept.
    “Call 911.”
    She turned the phone over in her hands. The plan involved running, not hanging around to talk with the police. And if Jonas decided to file charges…
    “Courtney.” Strength returned to his voice for that one word.
    But common sense returned on a rush. She shook her head. “I have to leave first.”
    “You’re hurt. Hell, I’m hurt.”
    Guilt ate at her, but she ignored it. “You know I