Thr3e

by Ted Dekker

Her hand slid down his arm and took his fingers. “Nothing’s changed. Slater’s the same person he was yesterday, and I’m going to do my best to get to him before he hurts anyone. I’m just not at liberty to tell you what we know. Not yet. It wouldn’t make any difference to you anyway. Trust me. For old time’s sake.” He nodded. Actually, this was better, wasn’t it? The fact that she had some inside track and wasn’t just blindly feeling her way around this case—that was good. “But you think the FBI is involved?” She put her finger on his lips to seal them. “I can’t talk about it. Forget I said it. Nothing’s changed.” She reached up, kissed him on the cheek, and released his hand. “Can I trust Jennifer?” She turned. “Sure—trust Jennifer. But trust me first.” “What do you mean, first?” “I mean if you have to choose between me and Jennifer, choose me.” He felt his pulse thicken. What was she saying? Choose me. Did she think he would ever choose Jennifer over her? He wasn’t even sure what he felt for Jennifer. She had offered to ease his pain and confusion in a time of vulnerability and he had let her. That was all. “I would always choose you. I owe my life to you.” She smiled and for a moment he imagined that they were kids again, sitting under an elm with a full moon on their faces, laughing at a squirrel’s inquisitive head poking through the branches. “Actually, I think it’s the other way around. I owe you my life,” she said. “Literally. You saved me from Slater once, didn’t yo...