“Not you,mariposa.”
A wave of dismay coursed through her. She’d misunderstood his intentions. He hadn’t come here to lick his wounds and lay low. He’d come to wreak more havoc and destruction. He’d used her to aid his escape. She’d expedited his next murder.
“Thanks for the ride,” he said politely, as if she’d done it by choice. Then he opened the door, struggled to a standing position…and went down like a ton of bricks.
She gasped as he crumpled to the asphalt. His gun skittered across the driveway and his left foot got hung up on the floorboard. He wasn’t all the way out of the vehicle. He stayed in that position, unmoving. Unconscious. She didn’t know what to do. If she reversed, she’d run him over, maybe drag his broken body along the road.
She stared at his slack form in horror. Maybe she could reach out and free his foot, but his legs would still be in the way of her tires. She wasn’t cold-blooded enough to back over him. She’d taken the same oath as every doctor: Do no harm.
After a minute of mental scrambling, she put the car in park and engaged the parking brake. Then she got out and walked around to the passenger side. He was facedown on the pavement, his left leg bent at an odd angle. She yanked on his ankle to pull him loose. His boot hit the ground with a thump. Unfortunately, he was still in the way of her tires. She could try dragging him backward by the arms, but it would be difficult. Putting extra stress on his torso might exacerbate his injury from serious to critical too.
Shit.
She was going to have to leave her car and walk into the city. She didn’t want to wander around a foreign country alone, without her cellphone, but what choice did she have? They had taxis in Mexico. She could find a pay phone.
Her kidnapper moaned, still alive.
Bastard.
“Get up,” she said, nudging his shoulder with her toe. “Get up or I’ll run you over!”
He didn’t budge.
She thought about kicking him while he was down. Instead she made a sound of frustration and went to retrieve her purse from the front seat. As her fingers closed around the leather strap, something very bad happened.
A black SUV pulled in behind her car, blocking her escape.
