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Chapter Three

"We need to stop somewhere," Chase growled, bracing himself against the car seat in front of him as Darrien swerved into another lane. He sat sideways with one leg curled on the seat in front of him. He kept his eye on Darrien through the mirror, unconvinced that she was alright to drive with a head injury. He had tried to adjust his seatbelt the best he could so he could still sit facing Remy with it on. She had gone through most of the tissues in the travel-sized pack he kept in his glove-compartment trying to stop the bleeding. It was slowing down and the streaks of red leaking down her arms were beginning to dry. Despite her efforts to keep from getting blood all over Chase's car, dark splotches stained the seat and window from where she had rested her head.

"She's not going to stop," Remy answered when Darrien didn't appear to be interested in answering him. Her voice was muffled by her hands and the tissue she was holding up to her nose and mouth. "The police are going to catch on once they find my car." She too was sitting slightly sideways, leaning back against the door on the driver's side. Her head lulled to the side against the seat but she did her best to keep from bleeding on Chase's car more than she already had.

"Someone is going to call them for reckless driving anyway!" Chase exploded as Darrien hit the brakes and he was jolted forward, but neither of the women seemed phased by the outburst. He reached forward to move Remy's hand and examine her face, but she weakly pushed his arm away. He would have frowned had he not already been scowling. "You lost a lot of blood," he stated matter-of-factly, trying again only to have her push his arm and readjust herself. "You could have a concussion from hitting your head."

"You don't think I know that?" Remy replied irritably, trying to swallow a lump in the back of her throat. The metallic taste in her mouth almost caused her to gag and she bit back tears, overwhelmed by the pain and the situation in general. "You're not the only doctor here." They had been in the car for less than thirty minutes, but it felt like thirty hours. She didn't bother apologizing for snapping, but just tossed the tissue in a plastic bag and grabbed another one from the pack.

"Well, maybe as a doctor, you should think about the consequences of running your car into a pole next time," Chase told her though didn't make another effort to help her.

"Well, maybe as a hostage, you should think about the consequences of not trying to get away," Remy retorted. She glanced out the window for a few moments, watching the headlights of other cars on the highway passing by them. It made her head pound harder and her stomach nauseous so she looked away again, staring at the floor.

"Well, aren't you two just a bundle of fun," Darrien mumbled dryly. She swerved to the other lane then lurched the car to the side and sped down the exit ramp.

Remy ignored her and glanced up at Chase again. If they were both going to get out of this mess, they were going to have to work together. "So far, so good," she murmured to herself sarcastically.

He arched a brow at her in confusion and opened his mouth to speak then shut it again and shook his head. "Where the hell are we going?" he asked, leaning back so he didn't have to look at the other woman through the mirror again. They were entering a wooded area and if it was possible to feel even more unsafe, he did. "You looking for a good spot to put our bodies or something?"

"If I kill you, I already know where I'm putting your bodies," Darrien replied calmly, focused on driving. She turned down another road and shut her headlights off. It was definitely possible for Chase to feel worse. "We're going to Andre's."

"Who's Andre?" Chase asked.

"Her drug-addict friend that stabbed her," Remy answered him bitterly. Her nose had definitely stopped bleeding now, but she held the tissue in place to mask the blood on her face. The pain at least provided a distraction from their situation. She wouldn't be surprised if it was broken. "Guess he has a summer home in the boondocks for friends that are running from the police."

"Probably rented out to him by a bear that used it to hibernate in the winter," Chase muttered as he glanced out the window. Civilization wasn't too far away, but it wasn't close enough for his liking. If they were to run, they would be walking at least a few miles until they came across someone's house.

Remy exhaled then closed her eyes. "The police are going to catch on where we are," she murmured. "Just a few miles outside of town, it's going to be obvious." The statement gave her a little bit of hope. "Haven't they already raided his house for drugs?"

"His apartment in Princeton," Darrien answered. "They don't know about this place." She slammed on the breaks in the driveway, causing both Chase and Remy to lurch forward against their seatbelts. "We're here." She flung her door open and stumbled out of the car.

It took a moment for Remy to recover from the impact of stopping. She chanced a guilty look at Chase, almost blaming herself for getting him involved. Technically, it was her fault. She was the reason Darrien knew who he was, and she should have paid more attention to whose apartment they ended up at. When he didn't look at her, she unbuckled her seatbelt and rubbed her abdomen for a moment before getting out of the car.

The cabin was worn down; it reminded Remy of an abandoned forest ranger's cabin from a movie she couldn't remember. The wood was rotting and the grass had grown up well past her ankles.

"He probably doesn't even own this place, does he?" Chase asked. He crawled out on Remy's side since she left the door open. Squinting his eyes, he swatted at a few mosquitoes flying past his face and leaned back a bit as he shut the car door.

"Who cares," Remy said, following Darrien as she silently walked to the door. "The police are going to be looking all over for her, and they aren't going to skip over this place."

Darrien glanced over her shoulder. "You're forgetting I used to be a cop," she said. "I know how to run from my own kind." The door squeaked as she pushed it open then ushered her two companions inside.