I don’t answer.
“Is this blood?” She glances at me. “Did you get shot?”
“I did. You need to tell Durango what’s going on and where we are. I’m going to try to get as close to him as I can.”
“I should drive,” she says.
“No, I need to focus on something. You call Durango.”
She puts it on speakerphone and explains to Durango what is going on.
He gives us an address. “I’ll bring our friend, but if it’s bad, I’m taking you to the hospital myself,” he says.
“Works for me,” I say.
I’m pretty sure it’s a flesh wound; otherwise, I would have passed out by now. Savvy’s fingers tremble slightly as she plugs in the address. It’s not too far. I keep an eye on the road behind me.
As we get closer to the city, traffic picks up. I pull onto the road where we are meeting Durango and park.
“Stay in the car,” I say. “We need to be sure Bob isn’t following us anymore.”
“I need to see your wound,” she says as she exits her side and walks around to mine.
The moment she sees all the blood, she stills.
“I already got you shot? I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s Bob’s.”
She reaches out. “Let me apply pressure until they get here.”
I nod, and she places the palm of her hand over my wound. I wince from the pain.
“Please don’t die.” Her shoulders tremble, and she blinks several times, trying to hold back tears.
“I won’t. It’s just a flesh wound.”
Headlights come toward us. Fortunately, it isn’t the car Bob was in. It pulls up in front of us, and then Durango and Susan get out of the car.
Susan walks over, and Savvy steps out of the way. “How bad?”
“I was able to keep driving, so it can’t be too bad.” I wince. “But it hurts like hell.”
Durango walks to Savvy’s side. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m worried about Hunter.”
“Susan is a doctor who helps us out from time to time. Why don’t you come with me, and we can give them space?”
“No, I want to make sure Hunter is all right.” She turns to me, concern in her eyes.
“Hunter?” Susan asks as she pulls my shirt up to inspect.
“That’s my first name. She’s my sister’s best friend, and that’s what my sister calls me.”
“Oh, would you prefer I call you Axel?” Savvy asks.
I turn to her, and her wide eyes do something to me. Something I can’t focus on right now. “No.” I keep it short. But I don’t miss the smirk on Durango’s face.
