Jordan awoke with her head pounding and her body drenched with sweat. It was only a dream she told herself nothing to get upset over. Somehow she just could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. Slowly she slid off the bed and walked over to the door to peer out. Her eyes took a minute to adjust to the low light but when they did she nearly gasped out loud. Swiftly she pulled the door to and waited till she had calmed herself a bit. Peering out the door, fear gripped her once again, someone was sitting on the sofa. Quietly she closed the door and with the lights still out she stumbled as softly as she could over to the phone next to the bed to call the police. "I need help." Whispering as loud as she could, she stated to the operator "What is the emergency Ma'am?" The operator asked sounding very bored. "There's someone in my hotel room sitting on the couch and I don't know how he got in here. Please send someone over here right away." 'What hotel are you at and I'll see if there is an Officer near there." Still peering out the door she whispered into the phone. "I'm at the White Sands hotel. Please hurry!" Jordan stayed on the line with the operator telling the other woman very quietly about the other two attempts on her life that afternoon. A few minutes passed and she heard the doorknob turning slowly. Holding her breath for what seemed like hours the door swung open slowly. Jordan was so frightened she dropped the phone and stood helplessly staring at her possible assailant. Panic gripped her motionless as the figure stood quietly in the doorway watching her. Entering the room wordlessly he walked toward her. She felt as if she were going to be sick, her head began to spin with fear. Suddenly the light flipped on rendering her blind. When she was finally able to focus again she realized who her attacker was.
"Jordan, are you all right?" for a tense moment she could not answer then she finally found her voice? "What are you doing here?" No sooner had the question come out did she realize that they were not alone. Another Officer stood just behind him. The other Officer noticed the phone about her ankles. He smiled as much to himself as to her. "I take it you are the one who called the police." He said trying not to laugh. Immediately the whole scenario clicked in her head and she realized that it had been Officer Greer who had been sitting on the couch. Now that she took in his appearance she had to allow herself a tiny smile. The tie he had been wearing earlier had been loosened as well as the first few buttons of his shirt. "So why are you here?" She repeated her question. "It seems as though you needed me, since I found you asleep on your bed about four hours ago." Jordan blushed as she remembered getting out of the car and leaving Officer Greer and Clark standing on the sidewalk in a battle of wills. "I got tired of waiting on you besides I was fine I didn't need anyone to escort me here." Officer Greer nodded his understanding with a faint smile on his lips. "I have been here since we found you but I'm going to go now. This is Officer Hastings he will be on call tonight in this area if you have any problems. Don't open the door for anyone but him. I'll be in touch with you in the next few days with information on your case." Officer Greer turned to walk out of the room when Jordan called to him. "Officer Greer." He turned back to her. "Yes, Ms. Mackenzie." She looked down at the floor and slowly raised her eyes to meet his. "I UH... Well I just want to say thank-you for everything that you've done for me this evening. I really appreciate your concern for my well being." Jordan said quietly and earnestly. He gave her a heartfelt smile. "It is my pleasure Ms. Mackenzie. I left my cell number and the number down to the station on a note pad next to the telephone. Call me if you have any questions or you remember something." He and Officer Hastings turned and left Jordan standing in the doorway looking after them. She bolted the door and checked that all the windows were secured before heading back to her bed. He really is a nice man she thought; once you got past his rough exterior. A soft smile touched her lips and that was her last conscious thought before climbing back into bed and falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.