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Lincoln’s attention shifted to Blake. “What did you see?”
“Dark SUV. Black, possibly dark gray. Came around the corner and accelerated toward us. Then it jumped the curb, and we fell to the ground, and . . .”
His blue eyes slid to hers.
“Did the SUV ever appear to lose control?”
“No.” Blake’s attention turned back to Lincoln’s. “It was intentional. The driver aimed straight for us.”
A chill crept down the length of Devon’s spine.
She’d known someone had tried to kill them, but hearing Blake describe it so matter-of-factly made her stomach twist.
“Anything else?” The tall, dark, and stoic detective asked.
Blake hesitated. “The rear bumper was damaged.”
“What?” Devon frowned.
His gaze made its way back to hers. “I caught a glimpse of it when the SUV took off.” He told Lincoln, “There was a long dent, right side of the rear bumper. Looked a hell of a lot like the vehicle from the gym footage in St. Louis.”
Oh, God.
The man in the black hoodie filled her mind’s eye.
Devon had tried so hard to convince herself she was imagining things. Apparently, she hadn’t been.
“You think it was the same vehicle?” Lincoln’s focus remained on Blake.
“I can’t confirm it without a better look. But the model, color, and damage sure caught my attention. Not to mention, the other is conveniently missing from the garage in St. Louis.”
That couldn’t be a coincidence.
“I plan to check the CCTV just as soon as Devon’s released.”
“I’ve got my unit checking that angle, too.” Lincoln’s gaze shifted to her. “I’m just wondering how someone knew where you would be.”
“That makes two of us, Detective.”
She had no idea how they knew.
Blake cleared his throat. “Make that three.”
Their stares met and held steady for a few passing seconds.
“Who knew you were headed to lunch?” Lincoln asked next.
It was Blake who answered.
“Emmett, Gwen . . .” He shrugged. “Pretty much my whole team.”
“Anyone else?” When they shook their heads, Lincoln asked Blake, “Did you call ahead to make a reservation?”
“No.” A curt shake of his head. “None of this makes sense. No one should’ve known she was in D.C.”
Devon’s thoughts took a dark turn.
“Do you think someone’s been following us?”
