Christmas Witness Protection. Maggie K. Black

me carry you,” Noah said.

      “I told you, I’m fine—”

      “Corporal!” His voice rose. “If you were on the battlefield and a fellow soldier was too dizzy to keep up, would you carry them?”

      “If the situation warranted it.” Her chin rose. “And for the record, if need be, I’d carry you.”

      “I don’t doubt it,” he said. “Now, please let me help you.”

      “Fine.”

      She felt one hand slide beneath her knees then and the other along her back, as Noah swept her up into his arms, cradled her to his chest and ran. He dashed through the snow, weaving quickly down back alleys, away from the warehouse, emergency vehicle sirens and flashing lights. Then stopped suddenly in front of a plain, unmarked metal door, where he pressed a button on the speaker box.

      “It’s me,” he said. “I’ve got Holly. Let me in!”

      The device beside the door looked broken and stayed silent. Then it hissed quietly.

      “Look,” Noah added, “I know you can see me, and I know you can hear me. I promise there are no Imposters on my tail. Let me in. Now!”

      The door finally opened. A man stood there, slender and good-looking, in an intense and scraggly way. His blond hair was down to his shoulders and his jaw needed a shave. He narrowed his eyes. “You decided to bring her here?”

      “Holly Asher,” Noah said, “meet Seth Miles, Canada’s most notorious hacker.”

      “Hi.” Holly waved briefly in greeting. Then she glanced at Noah. “I think you can let me down now. Unless we’re going to keep running.”

      Noah put her down carefully. They stepped through the door and Seth closed and locked it behind them. Then he turned to Holly.

      “Corporal Holly Asher,” Seth said, as he reached for her hand. “I can’t tell you how big an honor it is to meet you. I have huge respect for what you’ve done in risking your career to speak out against a superior officer. I have all the admiration in the world for anyone who stands up to authority and abuse of power. If there’s anything I can do to help you, I will.”

      She shook his hand. “Thank you,” she replied. “But I’d like to think I just did what anyone in my position would do.”

      “You’d like to think.” Seth shook his head, then turned back to Noah. “So, witnesses are expected to just double up on safe houses now?”

      Noah rolled his eyes and didn’t answer.

      “I don’t want to put Seth in danger,” Holly said. “Can’t they track us here via security cameras?”

      “Not if I’ve already knocked out all the security cameras in the area and replaced them with dummy feed,” Seth said. “I’ll also doctor the footage to look like you guys ran north, not south. I’m not saying it’s foolproof, but them finding you here definitely wouldn’t happen fast and would take a whole lot of fishing. You’ll be long gone before they think to check this block.”

      He flipped open a panel in a wall, revealing a keypad, and pressed in a code.

      “I don’t remember installing that,” Noah said.

      It was Seth’s turn to snort. He started up a narrow stairway to the top floor of the building, with Holly after him and Noah taking up the rear.

      “I gather from the sirens outside that all imaginable emergency services have arrived at the crash site?” Noah asked.

      “They have,” Seth said. “Bad news is I can’t guarantee who out there is the real deal and who’s an Imposter. Tell me you saw the Ghoul and the Wraith.”

      “Not up close,” Noah said. “I never saw their faces. But I can tell you that one’s big, one’s thin and I’m pretty sure both are men.”

      “Helpful,” Seth said.

      “Holly got a lot closer to them that I did,” Noah added. He waited for her to jump in and agree with him, but she didn’t. “Are you any closer to determining if there’s a leak in the RCMP?”

      “Not quite,” Seth said. “But I did pinpoint the person who gave the Imposters Elias’s route today and told them how to target him.”

      “Do we have a name?” Noah asked.

      “No, just a handle. Snitch5751.”

      “Any idea who that could be?”

      “Someone with high level security clearance,” Seth said, “and current access to a law enforcement or military server. That’s all I’ve got for now.”

      Well, that narrowed it down. Noah and Holly stepped into the wide and brightly lit loft. Tall windows ran from floor to ceiling on one side, with rough redbrick on the other three. The furniture consisted of a couch, two overstuffed chairs and a coffee table that looked like it had once been a door. A futon bed sat high on a platform by one wall, accessible by a ladder. Not a single computer was in sight.

      Holly walked over to the couch and sat down. Seth looked down at her and crossed his arms.

      “You actually tangled with the Imposters and lived to talk about it,” he stated. “Any idea what they wanted or why they targeted you?”

      “None,” Holly replied. “It’s possible their real target was Officer Crane, and I just happened to be the person he was transporting. I don’t think he thought much of the assignment.”

      “Elias was past retirement,” Noah said. “He could pick and choose what assignments he took. I think he requested your case personally.”

      “Did they get you to read something on camera?” Seth asked.

      “They tried,” she said. “But they didn’t succeed. And no, I didn’t see what it was.”

      “What would happen, hypothetically, if someone managed to see one of their faces and could identify them?” Noah asked.

      “They wouldn’t stop coming after them until they were dead,” Seth said, and Noah felt a shudder run down his spine. “But that still doesn’t explain why your transfer into witness protection was targeted. They don’t risk coming out of the shadows unless it’s a really big job. We’re talking huge. Bigger than big. I mean, that inquiry you’re testifying at is a big deal for General Bertie’s career, but if he could pay big bucks to have you killed, it’s unlikely he’d hire cyber terrorists for the job. Hit men have got to be way cheaper than what the Imposters would charge. And it’s not like either you or Elias was in possession of something worth millions. No offense.”

      “None taken.” Holly lay back against the pillows and closed her eyes. Her face was way too pale for Noah’s liking.

      “I still think you should talk to a doctor,” he said.

      “I don’t,” Holly retorted. “It’s just a headache. I’ll be fine in a moment. Seth? Have the Imposters ever impersonated medical personnel?”

      “Yup, all the time,” he answered. “It’s one of their main go-to methods for kidnapping, killing or poisoning people. They’ve been paramedics, nurses, doctors and other hospital staff.”

      Was Holly trying to make a point about not wanting to see a doctor? Either way, she’d succeeded in making Noah think twice about just rolling up to a hospital. He looked around the loft, surprised at how hard he found it to drag his eyes away from Holly. “Where are you hiding your computer? Clearly, you have one. Otherwise you wouldn’t have tipped me off.” Not that he much liked knowing someone he was supposed to be protecting had violated the rules of his agreement.

      Seth walked over to a bookshelf and