Chapter 6 6

Two Weeks Later

The cardboard box was heavy. Jeanine taped it shut, sealing away four years of medical school memories.

She had graduated.

Thanks to a "generous donation" to the hospital board from an anonymous benefactor, she had secured a residency at Mount Sinai. It was the best program in the city.

She hadn't seen Conrad since the gala. He had been a ghost, a signature on a check, a name on a contract.

The monthly checks arrived on time. The NDA was still in effect. But the man himself had vanished. Jeanine told herself she was relieved. It was just a business deal. She had fulfilled her part; he was fulfilling his.

She dragged her suitcase onto the sidewalk outside the dormitory. She was moving into a shared apartment in Queens-cheaper rent meant more money for her mother's facility. The black card sat in her wallet, untouched, burning a hole in her conscience. She wouldn't use it for rent. She wouldn't be bought.

A screech of tires made her jump.

A massive black SUV swerved across two lanes and slammed on its brakes right in front of her, blocking her path. The tinted window rolled down.

Conrad sat in the driver's seat. He was wearing dark sunglasses and a t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest.

"Get in," he said.

Jeanine blinked. "What? I'm moving. I have a U-Haul coming in an hour."

"Cancel it." Conrad drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "It's my grandmother's birthday. We're going to the Hamptons for the weekend."

"You can't just show up after two weeks of silence and-"

"Read the contract, Jeanine. Clause 9: Availability upon request."

Jeanine groaned. She threw her suitcase into the back seat, which was already piled high with Hermes and Tiffany boxes. She climbed into the passenger seat.

"Here," Conrad tossed an iPad into her lap. "Study this. It's the family tree. Don't mix up Aunt Clara with Aunt Sarah. Clara hates liberals; Sarah hates everyone."

Jeanine stared at the complex diagram. "This is a nightmare."

Conrad merged onto the highway, driving with aggressive precision. "So, I hear you're the star resident in the ER."

Jeanine looked at him sharply. "You're watching me?"

"I'm protecting my investment," he said, staring straight ahead. "I saw the photo of you with Dr. Patel. The flowers were a nice touch."

"It was a birthday gift," Jeanine said, confused. "Wait, are you... jealous?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

Suddenly, the car jerked violently to the left. Conrad swore.

"Hold on!"

A nondescript gray sedan had sideswiped them. It wasn't an accident. The sedan swerved again, trying to ram them into the concrete divider.

Jeanine screamed.

Conrad didn't panic. His face went stone cold. He downshifted, the engine roaring. He slammed on the brakes, letting the sedan shoot past them, then spun the wheel. The SUV drifted, tires screaming against the asphalt, and shot into the exit lane at eighty miles per hour.

They skidded to a halt on the shoulder of the exit ramp, dust billowing around them.

Jeanine was hyperventilating, her hands clutching the dashboard.

Conrad reached under his seat. There was a metallic click-clack.

He pulled out a handgun.

Jeanine's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "You have a gun?!"

Conrad looked at her, realizing she was there. The cold killer look in his eyes vanished, replaced by a mask of calm. He quickly shoved the gun back under the seat.

"Permitted," he said quickly. "My consulting firm handles sensitive government contracts. Sometimes competitors get... aggressive. It's standard risk management."

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "It's me. Gray sedan, New Jersey plates. Mile marker 45. Find them. Clean it up."

He hung up.

Jeanine was shaking. "Who... who was that?"

Conrad reached over. His hand, large and warm, covered her trembling hands on her lap.

"Road rage," he lied. "Just road rage. You're safe."

He squeezed her hands. "I won't let anything happen to you. Okay?"

Jeanine looked into his eyes. She saw the violence lurking there, but she also saw something else. Fierce, terrifying protection.

"Okay," she whispered.

Conrad put the car in gear. But the air in the cabin had changed. This wasn't just a business trip anymore.