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and slowly began unhooking her death grip from the tree. He braced himself, tying off the rope around his waist so he could use both hands to grab her. Within a few moments, her foot hit his shoulder and his fingers wrapped around her calf. She all but slithered down his body until she paralleled him, one arm swung around his neck. The palm of her other hand was still bleeding and her clothes were splotched with blood.

      She craned her neck and looked into his eyes. “What are you doing here?” Her voice was hushed and amazed.

      “Saving you,” he said. “Hold on,” he added as he pushed them away from the bluff, shifting his weight to the left, landing a few feet back toward the direction he’d descended from. Ella caught on quickly and helped him by synchronizing her body movements to his, though he still wasn’t sure how he was going to climb hand over hand up this rope with her in tow.

      He heard voices from above.

      “Who’s up there?” she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. Hell of a time to feel a surge of sexual recognition.

      “I have no idea,” he muttered. There was suddenly new tension on the rope. Had some Good Samaritan figured out they needed help? “Other than your hand, are you hurt?”

      “I don’t think so.” She glanced between their feet and added, “Just scared.”

      “Don’t look,” he cautioned, though he knew from his own brief glance all she could really see was thick fog creeping through the brush and trees. It was the faraway sound of the crashing surf that was alarming.

      More voices drifted down the bluff, and the rope slowly started pulling them upward. “Hold on to the rope with your good hand and me with the other,” he said. “Try to keep your feet against the cliff and walk with the rope.” He didn’t add that he hoped whoever was up there knew not to go too fast.

      The most harrowing part was the last bump of rock that meant they hung suspended for what seemed an eternity, but after their feet hit the ground again it was simply a matter of taking the last few steps.

      At the top, people reached for Ella and for him. Simon saw his rope had been tied to the towing wrench on a big four-by-four. The driver of the truck jumped out of the cab, clapping Simon on the shoulder, grinning ear to ear. Simon shook his hand and thanked him.

      After a few moments, Simon sidled up to Ella, who stood shivering in the cold, a clean cloth someone had apparently given her wrapped around her left hand. “We need to get you to the hospital,” he said.

      “No. I don’t have time for that,” she said. “My husband. Where is he?”

      “After he saw you fall, he drove off. The attacker went after him.”

      “Could you tell what direction they went?”

      “North. Why?”

      “Because we have to follow. The man with the beard was trying to kill Carl.”

      “I know. But you need attention. There’s your head and the—”

      He stopped a microsecond before saying the word baby and mumbled, “The cut on your hand to consider.”

      “No, please, you’ve helped me this much. Can’t you help me just a little longer? Take me to the next town. I’ll rent a car.”

      He wasn’t sure it would be smart to admit he’d been spying on her, that he knew she had to get to Tampoo. Feeling his way, he said, “Is your memory back, Ella?”

      She narrowed her eyes. “Why do you call me Ella? Carl calls me Eleanor.”

      “Well, I—”

      She shook her head impatiently, wincing as her eyes refocused. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. No, my memory hasn’t come back, but I now know I have a father who needs me. Something is happening that includes him, something Carl knows more about than he’ll tell me. I have to find Carl. I have to get to Washington.”

      “The police,” he said firmly. “They can put an APB out on your rental.”

      “No police!”

      “But they can—”

      “No,” she insisted. “I don’t want the police.”

      “Why?”

      “I don’t know,” she said, biting her lip. “Just promise, no police.”

      “I don’t—”

      “Listen, whatever my father is involved in is dangerous for him and apparently for Carl, too. Carl has a cell phone. If he wants to call the cops, let him.”

      “Okay, okay, calm down.”

      “Can’t we just drive north to the next town and see if Carl is there?”

      Still he paused. Going about this on their own on the heels of that knife attack seemed foolhardy to him. But what about Ella? How deeply was she involved in all this? What had she done that she couldn’t remember? He knew she didn’t like police work, she’d complained about his job constantly, but without her memory, what was driving her to react to this extreme?

      “Yes, okay, I’ll help you,” he said as though there’d ever been any real doubt he would.

      She took a deep breath. Her hands shook as she ran them through her hair.

      She began thanking their benefactors. Simon picked up his green cap from where he’d flung it. Nearby, a woman and her children seemed to be searching for the contents of Ella’s spilled handbag and pressing it back into her uninjured hand.

      As they left the parking lot, Simon heard sirens approaching from the other direction. It appeared someone had called the fire department to come to the rescue.

      “SO, WHY DO YOU CALL me Ella?”

      The road they traveled ran high above the ocean with hairpin curves and trees everywhere. Most of the scenery was obscured by the fog. She looked over at him and saw his brows knit.

      “My mother’s name is Eleanor. Everyone calls her Ella. I guess when I saw you fall I just switched back into an old habit.”

      “Oh.” Well, that kind of made sense. She could see how that could happen. “I’m very lucky you saw me go over that cliff,” she added.

      “I’d just driven up to the restaurant,” he said, “and noticed your husband and the big guy fighting. And then I saw you backing up to escape them.”

      “You yelled a warning. You yelled Ella.”

      “Yeah.”

      “And then you ran toward me.”

      “I didn’t think you saw or heard me,” he said, glancing at her and away as a big camper whizzed by going the other direction.

      “I did but kind of in a hazy way. I was just so worried about that damn knife. And Carl had a gun. I didn’t know before that he…” Her gaze swiveled to him. “You had a gun, too! I glimpsed it in your hand.”

      “Yes,” he said.

      “Why do you carry a gun?”

      “I don’t know if that’s any of your business,” he said, but his voice was gentle.

      He had a point. Why was she grilling him? Why was she treating him as though she had the right to question anything he did?

      He broke the awkward silence by adding, “Would you rather I call you Eleanor?”

      “No,” she said at once. “I prefer Ella.”

      “Then Ella it is.”

      “It was very brave of you to come after me like you did. You saved my life. Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      “Are you a fireman?”

      “Why

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