CHAPTER 2
“JUST HOLD STEADY.”
She recognized the man. She knew if it weren’t for her splitting headache, she would be able to place him.
“We’ve met before. It’s Ian McAlister.” The Good Samaritan held out a bottle of water. “Are you thirsty? I don’t want to move your head right now, not until the ambulance gets here, but I could try to get you a small sip.”
Ian? Pulses of pain shot through Kennedy’s gray matter as she tried to connect his face to the name. She squinted up at his head of red hair, which she recognized from their few encounters last semester. “You’re a journalist, right?”
He nodded. “Yeah. You feel ok? Any dizziness? How’s your head?”
“It hurts.”
“I’m not surprised. Try not to move too much before the paramedics get here. I’m sure they’ll want to check you out.”
“Whe
