Whistleblower

The ran right in front of Cathy Weaver's car, running from killers who were closing in on him. Victor Holland's story sounded like the ravings of a madman, but his claim to be a fugitive was confirmed by the haunted look in his eyes--and the bullet hole in his shoulder. As each hour passes Cathy has to wonder, is she trusting a man in danger or trusting her life to a dangerous man?