How close he was to the truth. Kelli rubbed the towel over her hair, momentarily taken aback at its shortness. At the sound of water running in the tub, she hoped Windsor wouldn’t soak his bandages. She wasn’t sure she had the strength to change them now. Her eyes burned, and she had the bone-weary ache and general nausea that demanded sleep. Now. Eating something would probably be sensible, but she didn’t have the energy to chew. She crawled under the covers and closed her eyes, but tired as her body was, her brain was running like a hamster in its exercise wheel. How had some Chicago businessman connected her to Casey? If he’d been sure, someone would have dragged her back or had her arrested. No, for now she believed Windsor. And for now, she’d have to trust him. How did Ned Decker connect? Had Hollingsworth sent him, too? Her mind couldn’t untangle all the swirling thoughts. Light filtered under her eyelids when the bathroom door opened. Darkness returned and she heard Blake’s quiet footfalls enter the bedroom, sensed his presence at the foot of his bed.
