Eva blinked. “What did I do?”
“You reminded me that life isn’t all doom and gloom.” Mackenzie wrapped her arm around Eva’s shoulders. “And that the best things don’t ever change.”
“You’re welcome. I think.” Eva stepped back from their huddle, smiling. “I should get to my next class. The natives will be getting restless.”
Mackenzie nodded.
“Are we still on for dinner later?”
“Absolutely.” Mackenzie smiled, excited to have been invited. Which was good, since anticipation covered the feeling of being a complete ninny because she was all worked up over one dinner. Eva probably went out with her friends all the time while Mackenzie couldn’t remember the last time she got invited to hang with someone. Plus it had the added benefit of taking her mind off the fact that someone had shot at her and she now had a permanent shadow in the form of Sergeant Aaron Hanning, U.S. Army.
Eva was one of their best teachers, able to easily relate to the street kids who populated the center. Her application two months ago, after the previous teacher had suddenly quit, turned out to be a blessing Mackenzie never expected.
Mackenzie studied her WITSEC handler as he approached; his suit was still crisp though it was after lunch. But the look on his face said he was about to apologize for something.
“Hi, Eric.”
He nodded. “Mackenzie. How are you?”
She motioned behind her. “Let’s go to my office.”
He followed her in and sat in one of two chairs in front of the desk. Castoffs from a doctor’s office. The whole room was smaller than the closet she used to have before she became a federally protected witness.
The brothers weren’t much older than her, she didn’t think. Eric wore the air of authority that came with the marshal’s star badge with ease, while his predecessor had been a burly guy with a gray goatee and a thing for barbecue ribs.
Eric shifted in his chair. “How are you?”
Mackenzie poured Eric a cup of coffee. “Do you think Carosa still wants to kill me, even after all these years?”
He took the cup from her. “If you weren’t in danger anymore, you’d have been released from the witness protection program. Carosa is still out to kill you for testifying against his brother.” He took a sip and sighed. “I don’t want you to be unaware of the reality of the situation. But I did run a check with immigration this morning, and to the best of our knowledge, he’s still in Colombia.”
“So he didn’t shoot at me.” Why wouldn’t the nausea in her stomach ease? This wasn’t about her past. “It was someone else.”
“The police think your slashed tires and the attempt on your life were both the work of a local gang. Maybe someone with a grudge against the work the center does with teens, getting them off the streets.” He gave her a small smile. “Apparently the car belongs to the brother of Hector Sanchez.”
Hector was a regular visitor to the center. “So I might be in danger, but not from Carosa.”
“Unless your identity is revealed. If anyone discovers who you really are, or your picture gets in the media, you’ll be pulled out of Phoenix.” Eric sighed. “We don’t want to jump the gun, but the Marshals Service is dealing with an internal investigation right now. It doesn’t directly relate to your case, but it’s why I asked Aaron to keep an eye on you.”
Mackenzie squared her shoulders. “I could leave on my own.”
“If you do that, I can’t protect you. You’ll be leaving the cover of WITSEC and effectively opting out of the witness protection program. That’s why Aaron is here.”
She squeezed the bridge of her nose. Hadn’t she atoned enough already for the person she used to be? For years she’d been so careful to adhere to every rule for life and living. It was as though it didn’t even matter.
Eric’s mouth curled up into a sad smile. “I really am sorry you’re caught up in this, Mackenzie. I know it’s the last thing you need. But I’m sure the police will resolve it quickly, and Aaron will make sure you’re safe in the meantime.”
He shouldn’t be sorry. She was the one who’d gotten herself in this mess in the first place. It might have been a case of wrong place/wrong time that caused her to witness a double homicide. But she’d only been there because she’d thought being famous was the ultimate life. Now that the man she testified against had been killed in prison, she should have been able to get on with her life.
Would she ever be free?
Mackenzie squeezed her eyes shut. It was as though God wasn’t done punishing her for her selfishness. She read her Bible every day, and when she had made up for what she’d done in her former life, then she would allow herself to fully accept what Jesus had done for her.
“You can trust him, Mackenzie. Aaron won’t let anything happen to you.”
“He’s right. I won’t.”
Aaron filled the doorway. Mackenzie stared at him, trying to figure out what it was that made him so much more compelling than his brother. It couldn’t be physical. She chuckled. “You really look a lot alike.”
* * *
Aaron glanced at Eric, and they both shook their heads. He’d never seen what people meant when they said that. Apart from the blond hair and blue eyes, their similar features, they were completely different. Aaron’s nose had been broken more times than he could remember since he first went skydiving on his eighteenth birthday, whereas Eric liked to read.
Aaron turned to his brother. “You have the picture of the guy after Mackenzie?”
Eric nodded and handed Aaron a file. Clearly he hadn’t liked the idea of showing Aaron a picture of the brother of the man she put in jail, but Aaron didn’t want the guy walking up to Mackenzie on the street and pulling a gun before he even recognized the threat. “You know I don’t like going in blind. Ever.”
Eric shrugged, as though Aaron’s discomfort didn’t much bother him. “And you know I can’t tell you anything. If Mackenzie wants to share, that’s up to her. But legally I can’t divulge the details of her case. We don’t even know for sure the shooting is related. In fact, I’m with the police on this one. I don’t think this is anything more than someone with a grudge against the center. Albeit a dangerous grudge.”
Mackenzie came around the desk. “So I can tell Aaron about me if I want, but I don’t have to and you’re not going to?”
Eric nodded. “In this instance, it would be okay for you to tell him. And, honestly, he can better protect you if he knows.”
Great. Aaron wanted the details. How was he supposed to protect her when he didn’t even know what the threat was? And she wanted to keep her secrets? That had the potential to kill both of them.
Aaron glared at her and then said to Eric, “I need to know.”
Only Eric didn’t look as if he was going to give it up. He said, “I can’t even confirm whether or not the woman in this room is, in fact, in the witness protection program. As far as you know, she’s a friend of mine who has a man in her life who wants to do her harm.”
“Right.” Aaron studied the photo in the file. Middle-aged man, Hispanic, his hair sprinkled with gray. Aaron committed the image to memory the way he’d done with so many photos of targets before, and then passed the file back to Eric.
“You