“Before that.”
The room went cold.
Tessa whispered, “Please.”
Mara's jaw trembled.
“Tell him.”
I looked at Tessa.
Her entire body seemed to fold inward.
Finally, she spoke.
“The night you were shot…”
My heartbeat slowed.
“What about it?”
“I was there.”
I stared at her.
“At Warehouse Twelve?”
She nodded.
I could hear the rain again.
Diesel.
Gunfire.
My cheek against wet concrete.
“What were you doing there?”
“Following Dominic.”
Nothing made sense.
“Why?”
“Because I'd been trying to prove what happened at Pier Nineteen.”
She wiped her eyes.
“I saw his car leave the terminal. I followed him. I thought he was meeting someone about the records.”
My hands tightened around the arms of the chair.
“Tessa…”
“When the shooting started, I was behind the maintenance building.”
A memory surfaced.
Not visual.
Sound.
A woman's voice.
Far away.
Stay with me.
I'd always assumed it was a paramedic.
