Decker ignored that and asked, "Where do you think you're going?"
"After my sister," she answered succinctly, and, tugging her arm loose, turned to start walking again.
"On foot?" he asked with exasperation, trailing her.
"Yes, at least until I reach an inhabited house or cottage where I can borrow a car or something."
"No one's going to just give you their car," Decker pointed out grimly. "And you can't go after these guys alone. They aren't your average bad guys. Let us handle this. It's what we do."
She paused and turned to peer at him uncertainly. "Are you a cop or something?"
"Or something," he said vaguely, and took her arm to urge her back the way they'd come. He ignored the way her eyes had narrowed and that she was dragging her feet.
"Are you with the OPP?"
"No. We're not with the Ontario Provincial Police."
"RCMP?"
"No. We're not with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police either."
The blond dug in her heels, refusing to move further. Rather than force her, Decker sighed and turned to say, "Look, we are in law enforcement. We go after bad guys, but there's no sense my telling you the name of the organization I work for. You wouldn't recognize it. We aren't well known by the average citizen. But you are safe."
Her eyes widened at his claim and she asked eagerly, "You mean like CSIS? You're like a secret agent?"
Decker hesitated; he had no desire to claim he was a member of the Canadian Security and Intelligence Service, Canada's version of the FBI, but he'd already said no to all the usual law enforcement organizations and he couldn't tell her the truth, so merely muttered, "Something like that."
When she opened her mouth to ask another question, he forestalled her by quickly asking, "What's your name?"
"Danielle McGill."
"And the other girl is your sister, Stephanie?"
"Younger sister, she's just fifteen," Danielle said. Worry overtook her expression once more, and her gaze again slid up toward the road.
Before Decker could ask anything else, a low whistle drew his attention to Justin's arrival.
The younger immortal peered to where their vehicle had been and said, "You left the keys in the SUV."
It wasn't an accusation, just an observation. Justin knew exactly why he'd left the keys in the ignition and hadn't protested it at the time. Neither of them had known about the nest of rogues or expected it to lead to the vehicle being stolen.
A choked sound from Danielle drew Decker's attention just in time to see her spin away with disgust and start up the road again. Irritation beginning to get the better of him, he set out after her once more, catching at her arm. "Hang on. I thought we agreed you'd let us handle this?"
"I didn't agree to anything," she snapped, shaking off his hold. "And, frankly, I'd rather not trust my sister's life to some Austin Powers version of a government spy who can't even remember which name he's using as his cover, and who leaves his keys in the car to make it easier for the bad guys to get away."
Danielle McGill spun away to start out up the trail again.
Mouth tightening, Decker barked, "Justin, take control of that woman and bring her back here."
Justin nodded and started to turn toward Danielle, but then paused, eyes snapping back. "Why haven't you taken control?"
Decker ground his teeth together. "I can't."
The younger immortal's eyes widened. "You can't?"
"She's upset," Decker muttered. "Just see if you can, all right?"
"Man," Justin breathed, shaking his head, "first Mortimer and now you. You guys are dropping like flies."