It had been two days since he woke up in the clinic after the skillful operations saved his life. Andy felt more than a little sore and bewildered. Bandaged and stiff and unwilling to move from his bed, he looked about the clinic room and tried to piece together the last few days. The smell of fresh linen and anti-septic floor cleaner. Yep, he reassured himself that he was now safe and in the best possible place.

He wasn't even sure if he was still in Sacramento. Or what the FBI team had told his employers.

He'd been training. A fund raising marathon. Another late night run. It had been a cold night. Then the movement in the trees. Then the knife. Then fear of oblivion.

Then salvation.

Andy winced at the cruel memories and, while clutching at his aching chest, he longed to see his Angel again.