Chapter Seventeen
"Heather, it's okay. It's Elliott St. John. Take it easy, there. Ah, don't cry. Are you hurt? Let me take you to an emergency center."
"No. No public places. Help me, Elliott. I'm being hunted… I didn't mean to hurt her …" And she fainted.
After meeting with the family earlier, Elliott had taken his BMW to meet Heather Chapman at LeBourse, a typical French bistro but all the way across Paris. She hadn't called back yesterday but he'd heard from her about two hours ago. She had sounded anxious to see him but not like this. Now he was glad he had the car and he hurriedly put her in and sped away. No public places, she'd said. She didn't appear to be bleeding and her color was coming back. He gave her a small amount of water which she was able to swallow. Dad will know what to do, I'll take her back to the country house.
Who did she hurt? Kara? Or Collie!
And who the hell's hunting her?