Ronnie's eyes flashed open, her senses on full alert. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight out. Mugsy sat up, his ears up in listening mode. Her hand automatically found her weapon from under her pillow. She held it in her hand, listening to every sound inside and outside the house. Something woke her. Then she heard the creak. Someone had walked up the back stairs. She didn't think it was Mitch, and most guests never knew about them.She jumped out of bed in her flannel pj's, not bothering to grab her robe, thinking it would be too cumbersome and just get in the way. She opened her bedroom door and peeked out. With her weapon down at her side, she slid against the wall to the breakfast room. Mugsy whined, probably because she didn't take him with her, but she could only handle so much.Ronnie worked her way through the family room and to the back stairs. There was no one at the top or in the hallway, so she trod lightly up. She was almost to the top when she saw a man c
Mitch jogged to his four-wheel drive SUV, jumped in, and peeled out onto the highway. He had to get to Chase's ranch before Damien hurt his parents and before Ronnie arrived. He'd hold her hostage as well. What the hell does he want from me?He widened the curves like a race car driver, using the inside lanes as a shortcut to reach the cutoff ahead of them. When he saw Ronnie's police cruiser parked beside the road, he exhaled, his fist slammed the steering wheel. No, no!How far ahead of him were they? He scrambled out of the car, grabbed his long gun from the trunk, and headed up the hill toward his childhood fort. Clouds covered the moon, making it a dark night, but it didn't impede his hike. He'd done this many times as a teenager. He and his friends Chase, Dillon, and Elliott usually rode horses to the site, but Mitch only needed one wreck on a bronc ride at a rodeo to discourage him from ever riding the beasts again. Jogging in the dark wasn't unfamiliar to him, either. He kn
In one fluid movement, Chase jumped onto his beautiful horse and was off like the wind, almost as if he and the horse were one entity. Since Mitch had known him, he'd had a special knack with horses. He related to them: the caring, training, riding, breeding, everything. There wasn't a horse that didn't like him.Mitch relaxed and leaned into the tree behind him. He was surprised Damien hadn't said a word. He'd tangled with Chase before and must've learned something. Mitch was thankful for that alone."Might as well sit a spell and get comfortable. Mom, Dad, do you need anything?""Nope, we're good," his dad said."I'm tired and just want to go home and get in my own bed," his mom answered as she folded her legs under her. She rubbed her arms, shivering."Here you go, Mrs. Rogers. Let me wrap this around your shoulders. It'll keep some of your natural heat inside." Ronnie placed her jacket on his mother's back then stood beside Mitch."Thank you, Ronnie, for all your help t
Muffled voices interrupted her thought process, and she sat up straighter to hear better. Then she heard a loud woman's voice cussing and she knew exactly who had come into the office. Damn it, what now? Damien's alleged wife, Dottie, the waitress from Rosie's.Ronnie hurried to the door and listened a few seconds before she opened it. Tom, Mitch, and Dottie stood in a half circle, having a stare down."What's going on out here? We all" - she held up her hand when Dottie interrupted her - "know we don't accomplish anything by arguing. Dottie, why don't you come with me and I can take your statement and we'll go from there?"No one said anything, but when Ronnie motioned Dottie to her office she went."Have a seat," Ronnie said as she ushered Dottie into her office and closed the door behind her. "What can I do for you?" Ronnie sat down and pulled her chair under the desk."I came to find out where my husband is, if he's even still alive?" Dot answered then looked down at her
Ronnie quickly dressed and hurried to the kitchen. Marie placed a plate full of aromatic meat and veggies at her place at the table; she couldn't remember when she'd last eaten. "Thank you, I'm famished." She placed the notebook next to her plate. "Where's Mitch?" She opened her napkin and placed it on her lap."Right here." Mitch walked up behind her. He pulled out his usual chair while Marie hurried over with a full plate for him.His chair scraped the floor, the sound like chalk on a blackboard, and Ronnie shuddered. "Thank you. This smells so good." Mitch grabbed a soft, warm roll out of a basket and slathered it with butter.Ronnie played with her food, her body hungry but her mind confused and tired. How could Mitch be so calm? Ronnie massaged her forehead with her fingers. She felt the pressure and the necessity of locating Parker on a wanted poster, but what if he didn't have a record? They'd have to search for the body or convince Damien, somehow, to talk.Mitch's cell
"Do you have the murder suspect in custody?" Joe asked."Yes, he's in a cell on the other side of this wall. He's been talking." Mitch held up his yellow pad. "I've taken notes, and I did get a statement out of him. But something still doesn't add up.""What's that?" Joe asked."Damien may have pulled the trigger, but there's someone else pulling the strings on the operation. Parker showed up here in my county out of the blue, married to this Dottie woman who was also a waitress at the diner. No one in town ever saw him. Ronnie here found his address and surveilled his home one night, which happened to be the night Damien shot and killed him. She's the only person in this town to have seen his face, so some of what you've told us explains why. But" - he held his hand up to Joe when Joe attempted to interrupt - "let me finish please. The diner, once Parker took over, lost almost all local customers, but there continued to be daily deposits of eight or nine thousand dollars. Someon
"Here you go." Joe handed a bottle of water to her then realized she was cuffed. "Sorry, I'll open it for you." He held it to her lips while she drank.Mitch continued, "You're doing great, Dot. Tell me about your husband. You led Deputy Travis to believe Deputy Sykes was your husband. Now, why would you do that? Are you embarrassed by your husband?" Mitch pushed back from his desk, raised his arms over his head, and stretched."No, no, I'm not embarrassed by him. He wanted to stay out of the spotlight, so I made the deal with the Denver people, but he always handled the money when it was delivered.""And his name?" Mitch asked."I call him Parker because that was his name when we met but-" Her gaze searched the room, as if wondering if she'd already said too much. "Oh, what the hell. His real name is Albert Morrow. He's a former FBI agent on the lam, but you probably already know that, too, don't you?" Her eyes shot daggers at Joe sitting adjacent to her."I wanted to help h
While Mitch finished the paperwork, he listened to Albert and Joe talk about old times. Albert had his work cut out for him, and Mitch didn't see him as ever being an agent again. Albert's career was toast. Joe had called for a transport vehicle for all three of them until they could figure out exactly what charges would be levied against them.He felt bad for Damien who claimed Parker schemed the whole thing. He needed a diversion, and Damien drew the short straw. Not knowing exactly what to do, he'd done his best. But kidnapping? His parents?Joe stepped inside his office and asked, "How's it going?""Just a few more minutes. When's the ride arrive?"Joe checked the time. "Probably another fifteen minutes. Not long.""I'm beat. The last few days have been brutal." Mitch rubbed his hands over his tired, bloodshot eyes."I bet. I was hoping we'd have an hour or so to catch up, but I can see it won't be today." Joe sat on the corner of Mitch's desk."You're right, but hey,