Beyond A Reasonable Doubt by Linda S Prather

sighed. “I’m sorry, Jordan. It’s not enough—maybe enough to get an investigation started but not enough to get a conviction. As soon as your father caught wind of what we’re doing, he’d shut it down.” Jenna’s lips tightened. “Or he’d hire someone to finish the job he started at the airport.”
    The van slowed, and Jordan pulled out a black hood. “I need to cover your eyes, Jenna. As I said, the less you know, the less danger you’ll be in.”
    Jenna took a deep breath and allowed him to place the hood over her head. The van had been dark, but now the darkness was complete and more terrifying.

CHAPTER TWELVE
    “Jordan!”
    Jenna recognized the voice of Kamela Beaumont and turned her head. That explained a lot. Kamela must have called Jordan as soon as she left, and the two of them had cooked up his escape plan. That’s how he’d known she was a prosecutor. He just hadn’t counted on his father’s assassination plan. Or maybe he had.
    Jenna couldn’t see, but heard the sounds of heels clicking on concrete. A cross breeze was blowing, and the heavy scent of fuel hung in the air. Jordan let go of her arm as Kamela exclaimed, “Oh my God! You’ve been hurt.”
    “Kami, what you doing here?”
    At any other time, the distinct sound of heavy kissing would have amused Jenna. She cleared her throat, reminding them they had an audience.
    “If you two could break up the love fest for a few moments, I’d like to get out of this hood, and there’s some things we need to discuss.”
    “Jordan, who is that?”
    “Jenna James.”
    “Why is she blindfolded?” Kamela asked.
    “I’ll explain later. Stay here, Kami, and I’ll be right back.”
    Jordan once again took her arm, guiding her across an open space and through a small doorway. Once the door was closed, he removed the hood.
    Jenna studied her surroundings, noting the heavy metal walls, concrete floor, and single bunk in the room. Jordan might not want her to know where they were, but she was pretty sure it was an airplane bunker. She’d fallen asleep after they transferred her from the van to the plane. She’d known then that either Tom was really well connected, or the Beaumonts were involved in Jordan’s escape.
    She ran a hand through her matted hair and grimaced. “Any chance I could take a shower and get a change of clothes from somewhere?”
    Jordan nodded toward a door on the left wall. “There’s the bathroom. You might want to wait, though. Kidnapped victims aren’t usually freshly showered and dressed. I’ll be back as soon as I convince Kami I’m okay and get her out of here.”
    “Good luck with that,” Jenna stated sarcastically as she headed for the bathroom. She really wanted that shower, but Jordan was right. If he was going to let her go and she wanted to convince everyone she had been kidnapped, she couldn’t walk in looking... she caught sight of her image in the mirror. The hood had pressed her hair down around the top of her head and created static electricity in the rest. It stood straight up, as if she’d stuck her fingers in a light socket. “Where’s my purse?”
    Jordan stuck his head in the bathroom door, a sheepish look on his face. “Sorry, Jenna. You dropped it when I knocked you out.”
    Jenna turned back to the mirror. Take a vacation, Jenna. Go places; meet new people; have some fun. When—and if—she got out of this mess she was going to kick David Garcia’s ass.
    ~ ~ ~
    Michael woke to the sounds of beeping monitors. Something had happened, but at the moment, he was too tired to try to remember. His gaze fell on his father sitting in the chair beside his bed. “What happened?”
    “About time you woke up. You had a heart attack.”
    His memory came back in a flash of words and thoughts. There was a shooting at the airport. Some woman and her boyfriend.
    “What did you do, Dad?”
    William Elkins laughed harshly. “What I had to. Knew you were too soft to do it right.”
    Michael coughed,