'Not yet.' It was the lead biker, who was now on his knees beside her.
'What are you doing to her?'
'I'm a doctor-well, not fully trained, but I am an intern. Simpson's the name. I'm just trying to see how badly hurt she is.'
'Since you're the one that knocked her off the road, that sounds weird.'
'We didn't force her off the road. She went into a skid. Actually, we followed because we saw you go back after her. Hey, man, we just want to help her.'
'As I said, we're FBI,' Quinlan repeated, looking at the man. 'Listen, she's a criminal. A big-time counterfeiter. Is she going to be all right? Can you tell if she broke anything? Dillon, keep an eye on these bozos.'
Quinlan dropped to his knees. 'Can I take off her helmet?'
'No, let me. I guess maybe we should wear helmets. If she hadn't had one on, she might have scrambled her brains and not necessarily left them inside her head. You're really FBI? She's really a criminal?'
'Of course she is. What are you doing? Okay, you're seeing if her arms are broken. She'd better be all right or I'll have to flatten you. You scared the shit out of her. Yeah, she's your typical criminal type. Why isn't she conscious yet?'
At that moment Sally moaned and opened her eyes. It was dark. She heard men's voices, lots of them.
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Then she heard James.
'No,' she said. 'No, it's not possible you caught me. I didn't think it could be you. I was wrong again.'
He leaned down over her and said one inch from her nose, 'I caught you, all right. And this is the last time I'm going to do it. Now just be quiet and lie still.'
'I wouldn't have guessed she was a criminal,' Simp-son said. 'She looks as innocent and sweet as my kid sister.'
'Yeah, well, you never know. It's taken us a long time to catch up with her. We didn't know she'd gotten hold of a bike. She was in a car six hours ago.
'All right, Sally, are you all right? Anything hurt? Nothing's broken, right? Can't you take off her helmet now?'
'Okay, but let's do it real carefully.'
Once the helmet was off, she breathed a sigh of relief. 'My head hurts,' she said. 'Nothing else does except my shoulder. Is it broken?'
The biker felt it very gently. 'No, not even dislocated. You probably landed on it. It'll be sore for a while.
I think you should go to the hospital and make sure there are no internal injuries.'
'No,' she said. 'I want to get on my bike and get out of here. I've got to get away from this man. He betrayed me.'
'What do you mean, he betrayed you?'
'He drew me in and made me trust him. I even slept with him one night, but that was in Oregon. Then he had the gall to tell me he'd lied to me, he was an FBI agent. He told me that here, not in Oregon.'
'You're sure her brains aren't scrambled?' Dillon asked, pressing a bit closer.
'She made perfectly good sense,' Quinlan said. 'If you can't add anything sensible, Dillon, just keep quiet.'
Quinlan touched the biker's arm. 'Thanks for your help. The four of you can go now.'
'Can I see identification?'
Quinlan smiled through his teeth. 'Sure thing. Dillon, show the man our ID again. He didn't get a good enough look the first time.'
The biker studied it closely, then nodded. He looked back down at Sally, who'd propped herself up on her elbows. 'I still can't believe she's a crook.'
'You should see her grandmother. A glacier, that old lady. She's the head of the counterfeiting ring.
Leads her husband around by the ear. She's a terror, and this one is going to be just like her.'
Once the bikers had roared off, Quinlan said to Sally, 'We're going to take you to the hospital now.'
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'No.'
'Don't be an idiot. You could have hurt your innards.'
'If you force me to a hospital, I'll announce to the world who I am and who you are.'
'No, you won't.'
'Try me.'
He realized he was being blackmailed, but not for anything he had done. She would be the only one to be hurt if she did as she promised. He believed her.
'How are you, Sally?'
