Girard sighed. “Get her out of the tent. We need to take her to a doctor. Now,” Girard barked. For once, I didn’t argue with him. I got out of the tent then gently lifted Jacey into my arms. Girard pulled out a cell phone and called for a seaplane. “Two hours,” he grunted, disconnecting the call.
-Jacey- Caleb gave his gun to the Mountie who then had him put his hands behind his back. He cuffed him and started leading him away. “Hey!” I called weakly. “Hey, you can’t do that!” No one listened. Paramedics bustled over and picked up the stretcher, hefting me out of the seaplane and into an
I struggled in my cuffs. “I need Caleb. Nothing is going to be okay until we clear up this mess. And he deserves to know we lost the baby.” “You can ask the detective to get word to him. But right now, you need to rest,” the doctor insisted. “You’ll be out of here in a few days and in the custody o
Tears stung my eyes. “I just want him here. Can’t you bring him here?” “I’m sorry.” This time, the detective did look truly sorry. “This has to be cleared up first.” He patted my cuffed hand. “Get some rest. I’m sure things will look less bleak in the morning.” I turned my face away, and the detec
-Caleb- I’d demanded to see Jacey until I was blue in the face, but the Mounties had treated me just like the killer they thought I was and threw me into holding with some very, very scary characters. One was so big and pumped up he could have snapped me like a twig. The other gave off a vibe that
I looked at Jacey, who was hanging on my arm. “We both lost our wallets. We don’t have cab fare or anything like that. Honestly, I didn’t know Al was just going to drop us here.” “Oh. Well, that makes things a bit difficult…” The patrolman frowned. “Is there anyone you can call?” I sighed. “Not an
-Jacey- I must have fallen asleep on Caleb, because the next thing I knew, he was jostling me awake. I blinked blearily at him, then made a sound of protest when he scooped me off of his lap and onto the chair next to him. “Caleb!” Caleb pointed out the window, and, sure enough, my father’s Suburb
“If I tell you you’re an asshole, are you going to make me get out and walk again?” Caleb countered. Jeanie put a hand on my father’s before he could reply. “Caleb. Hank drove twelve hours to come get you. And he is very concerned about what might have happened to Jacey. Please be more polite.” Ca