The deadly chill in her voice stilled him and his eyes narrowed. Slowly he raised his hands while he worked his jaw. “So, what now? This stairwell isn’t going to stay empty for long.”

True enough, but she needed answers. “You tell me what this is all about. Did you set the fire?”

He shrugged.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It’s not so much a fire as a distraction. They won’t even shut down the whole hospital, just a couple of floors.”

In order to allow him to keep access to the parking garage for his escape. With her in tow. “Did you shoot up the truck? Because if you wanted me alive, that wasn’t exactly a brilliant plan.”

He scowled. “That didn’t exactly go as we’d hoped.” He dropped his hands. “You’re going to take me to the package, Sarah, and we’re going to go now or someone’s going to get hurt.”

She really didn’t like him using her name like he knew her.

Footsteps clattered on the stairs. “And that’s my cue,” he said. He bolted toward her. Sarah pulled the trigger. He screamed and grabbed his shoulder even while he stumbled for the door.

“Sarah!”

“Gavin!” Gun still gripped in her hand, she spun to go after the man. “He’s getting away!”

Gavin raced down the stairs and hit the door, pushed through and into the parking garage. Security was right behind him. If it hadn’t been for the guy on his heels and his lightning-fast action with the security cameras, Gavin never would have located Sarah and the imposter who called himself Jonathan.

Sarah’s footsteps pounded across the concrete parking garage in pursuit of the man who’d attempted to kidnap her. Heart in his throat, Gavin raced after them, noticed the blood trailing, saw Jonathan stagger, then fall to his knees.

Sirens sounded and cruisers pulled into the garage. Sarah didn’t stop. She slammed into the man’s back and knocked him facedown into the concrete. He let out a yell and tried to roll, but Sarah planted a knee into his back, grabbed a handful of hair and jammed the barrel of the gun against his temple.

He froze.

Gavin skidded to a stop just before he reached Sarah.

“Doesn’t feel so great, does it?” she asked, her voice low.

“Put the weapon down!” The security officer aimed his gun at her. “Put it down!”

Gavin held up a hand. “Let me deal with this, please?”

“I’m bleeding,” her prisoner ground out between clenched teeth.

“That breaks my heart,” Sarah said. “Tell me why you’re after me. What’s in that package you’re so desperate to get your hands on?”

“I like breathing, so I think I’ll keep that to myself.”

Keeping an eye on the man, Gavin inched forward. “Sarah.”

She jerked and swung her gaze to meet his.