Caitlin sat on the front step while uniformed police officers and FBI officials walked into and out of the house like they owned it.
"I see you're at a loss for words." Horn's voice echoed in her mind from the evening she saw him at the desert spa.
"You guys are the greatest family a girl could ask for." Caitlin cried from the chair she had been bound in.
"Remember this, Stringfellow Hawke, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on. . ." Horn had threatened right before. . .
The click.
The bright light.
The searing pain.
"Cait," A hand on her shoulder made her flinch.
"Hey," Hawke said as he sat beside her on the step. "It's just me. We've been given the green light to get out of here. Dominic's waiting down the road for us in Airwolf." Hawke ran his hand over her hair. "It's time to go home."
"I didn't think anyone would come for me." She sniffed and rubbed the back of her hand under her nose. "I knew Airwolf couldn't fly. I didn't know what was going to happen."
"Cait?" Hawke's hand was on her arm now squeezing it gently. "What are you talking about?"
"I've been getting these flashes and hearing these voices in my head for the past couple weeks, but I couldn't make them out. Until today. The spa, the kidnapping, the," She paused. "The shooting. I remember it all. I hear the click of the hammer seconds before Horn shot me. I can see the muzzle flash. I knew he was going to kill me."
Hawke didn't say anything.
"I need some time to sort this all out." She stood up and wiped her hand over her wet face. "Tell Michael I'll get his car back to him. I just need a few days."
"Cait? Cait?" "
Cait heard Hawke calling her, but didn't turn around.