Available Darkness Season 2

why the officer called him “agent,” what was going on, and even confront him about his phone call back at the cabin. She thought of the phone in her purse, and though she didn’t dare check to see if it was still there, Hannah wondered if the police had listened to the recording, and whether they had played it for Greg?
    Hannah stared out the window at the passing greenery, afraid to meet his eyes. He stared at the road with gritted teeth, more pissed than she’d ever seen him.
    When he finally spoke, it was so loud and abrupt that Hannah made a tiny leap in her seat. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” he shouted. “You really fucked things up, you know that, don’t you?”
    Hannah’s heart was in her throat, as her body trembled through his verbal assault. Greg had never been so rude. Had never said “fuck,” even in bed. His new words were a punch to the gut. If he was dropping all pretense of kindness, then Hannah figured anything was possible.
    “He’s going to kill you,” her other voice warned.
    “What’s happening, Greg?” Hannah finally asked, her voice cracking. “Why did that man call you agent?”
    “Because I’m with the FBI,” he said.
    “What? I thought you were some kind of business analyst?” She couldn’t believe her ears. Hannah wanted to know why the FBI would be interested in her, but that meant admitting to recording his call, and she wasn’t ready for that yet. She’d play stupid — which didn’t seem too difficult considering how in the dark she felt.
    “I’m with the FBI, and I’ve been assigned to you.”
    “Assigned to me?” So, their whole relationship was a ruse from the beginning? He’d been lying to her for two years? She felt like she was going to puke, burst into tears, or just melt down right there. “Why?”
    “I’ve been assigned to protect you. But you just fucked things up for both of us.”
    “What are you talking about? Protect me from what?”
    “The man you’ve been dreaming of, John. Does that ring a bell?”
    “No,” Hannah lied, flashes of the dark-haired man racing through her mind.
    “I know you remember him.”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice at the edge of a whine. While she was lying about not remembering John at all, Hannah had little more than a few scraps of scattered memory, nothing other than Sergei’s conversation, which suggested he was actually real.
    “Whatever,” Greg said, returning his gaze to the road.
    Hannah stared back out the window, wanting to speak, but at the same time, pissed at Greg for being so rude. Finally, she asked, “Who is he?”
    “He’s trying to kill you,” Greg said. “That’s all you need to know.”
    Kill me? What? Sergei said we were in love.
    “Why is he trying to kill me?”
    “I said that was all you needed to know, now sit back, shut up, and don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.”
    “Make what difficult?”
    “This. THIS! ” he said, waving his hands as if she was supposed to understand what in the hell he was talking about.
    “What?” Hannah repeated, trying not to cry. She hated crying almost as much as she hated whining.
    Greg didn’t respond.
    What’s he planning to do?
    Hannah looked down at the door, remembering that it locked when they started driving. She wondered if she could open the door, jump out, and survive the fall, let alone escape into the woods running alongside the highway. She looked at the speedometer. Greg was driving more than 80 mph.
    Why’s he in such a rush? Where are we going?
    “Greg, tell me what the hell is happening. You’re scaring me.” Hannah finally found some force in her voice.
    “I’m protecting you.”
    “From what?” she screamed.
    Greg turned to her, his eyes wild, like he might reach out from the steering wheel and strike her at any second. Instead, he lowered his voice to one breath above a whisper and asked, “You really don’t remember any of it?”
    “No,” she whispered back.
    “You were the victim of a serial killer. He tried to kill you more than 10 years ago. You told me all of this when we met.”
    She stared at Greg as if he’d just told her the sky was purple and would be dropping flying saucers by sundown.
    “What?” was all she could manage.
    “When we met, you told me that you changed your identity, and said that you were in hiding because he was still out there. So I’ve been investigating the killer and trying to keep you