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Chapter Two

The moment Shelby opened her eyes, the light stabbed into them, and she groaned.

Oh, mercy.

She was in a lot of pain. Her head throbbed like a toothache, her mouth was bone-dry and it took her several moments to remember why.

She’d been Tasered.

Seth, too.

Sweet heaven. That reminder got her eyes open wider, and Shelby automatically reached out her hands to fend off another attack. But no one was attacking her at the moment. And her hands didn’t reach far.

That was when she noticed the ropes.

What the heck? Someone had tied her by the wrists to a wooden post.

Shelby glanced around to try to figure out what was going on. The rope was secured around a stall post in a barn. An old, rotting one from the looks of it, but not old or rotting enough that it gave way when she tugged as hard as she could. Of course, she couldn’t tug that hard since her arms were weak and wobbly, like the rest of her.

Where was she?

Sunlight speared through holes in the ceiling and hit the floor like mini spotlights on a stage. But other than the holes and the disrepair, it could have been any old barn. She certainly didn’t recognize it.

A sound quickly caught her attention. It was a hoarse groan, and she looked behind her to see Seth. Not his usual cocky self, either. He, too, was tied to a wooden post in the hay-strewn stall, and he looked as dazed as Shelby felt.

Another groan and Seth fully opened his eyes. He blinked hard, and it took him a moment to focus. However, he grumbled some profanity when his gaze finally landed on her face. Despite his wrists being tethered with the rope, he reached for his gun.

It wasn’t there.

He was still wearing his shoulder holster, but it was empty.

Other than the missing gun, they were fully clothed. Seth even had on his Stetson.

“Where are we?” he asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “And how the hell did we get here?”

Shelby had to shake her head on both counts, and she again pulled at the thick ropes to see if they’d give way. They didn’t. So she struggled some more. The wood creaked a little, but it held.

“I remember hitting the floor at that warehouse,” she said when Seth repeated his questions. Good grief, her mouth felt as if she’d eaten a bag of cotton balls, and her heart was racing from the new jolt of adrenaline she’d just gotten. “What about you? What’s the last thing you remember?”

He pulled in a hard breath. “Same here—nothing after someone hit me with the Taser.”

Of course, before that she remembered the dead body on the mattress with the mask covering his face. Not just any mask, but a likeness of her father. She got another jolt. Not of adrenaline this time but a sickening knot in the pit of her stomach from the memories.

Shelby didn’t think she’d ever forget seeing that body. That mask. All that blood.

Obviously someone had killed the man.

But who?

And why hadn’t the same person killed Seth and her?

There must have been plenty of opportunities to do just that once they’d been unconscious. So why had the person left them alive and tied them up like this?

Too many questions and not nearly enough answers. Or time. Shelby had no idea where their captor was, but she figured it wouldn’t be long before he came to check on them. They needed to be gone by then.

“Do you see anyone?” Seth asked.

Shelby had looked around when she first regained consciousness, but she did it again. “No one.” She craned her neck so she could get a glimpse through the partially open door. “I don’t see a vehicle, either.”

Though someone had brought them here in some kind of vehicle. The warehouse wasn’t close to any barns, so their captor would have had to drive them here. Drag them to the vehicle, too. That explained why her body felt like one giant bruise and why she had scrapes on her hands and knees.

“Someone must have drugged us,” Seth told her.

Yes, that had to be it. Unfortunately, the person must have done that right after they were Tasered. Shelby didn’t remember being drugged, but she did recall someone stepping around them in those moments after the initial attack. She’d also felt a stinging sensation in her arm, perhaps from someone injecting drugs into her.

“The person had on boots,” she said.

Seth nodded. “And green cargo pants. I didn’t get a look at his face because he was wearing a gas mask, but it was definitely a man. He had beefy hands.”

Shelby didn’t recall the hands part or the gas mask, but something else popped into her head. “I don’t think he was alone.”

“He wasn’t.” Seth’s forehead bunched up as if he was trying to recall the details through the fog that the stun gun and drugs had created. “I think someone came in through the back exit.”

That made sense because it wouldn’t have been easy for just one person to move two adults. Especially Seth. He was at least six foot three, and solid. Plus, while unconscious, Seth and she would have been dead weight.

Sweet heaven. What else had their captors done to them?

Seth began to yank at the ropes, but he didn’t have any better luck getting out of them or snapping the wood than she had. He struggled several more seconds and then patted his jeans’ pockets. The ones he could reach anyway.

And he shook his head.

“No phone. What about you?” he asked.

Shelby’s head was still so foggy that she hadn’t even considered making a 9-1-1 call. She couldn’t reach her jeans’ pocket, but she leaned her hip to the side so she could feel it when she pressed down onto the floor. But she also had to shake her head.

“My phone’s gone,” she answered. “Flashlight and car keys, too.”

So the person behind this wasn’t just a killer but a kidnapper and a thief, as well. Of course, he’d probably taken the flashlight and keys so she couldn’t use them as pseudo weapons. Whoever was behind this also would have taken their phones to prevent them from calling for help.

And it’d worked.

“I have a small knife all the way in the bottom of my front pants’ pocket,” Seth said, moving around. “I guess they didn’t find it when they searched us. Any chance you can reach it?”

She had more room between the rope and her hands than Seth did, but still it wasn’t enough to reach all the way back to him. Not with a foot of space between them. So Shelby started inching back on her butt while Seth maneuvered himself toward her.

They collided. Her head bopping into his face. It stung, but at least they were closer now.

Seth levered himself up to his knees, as far as he could go, and he thrust his hip in the direction of her hand. She could barely reach the pocket so she kept twisting and turning until she could get her fingers inside.

“Sorry,” Shelby said when her fingers slipped in the wrong direction. She definitely hadn’t wanted to touch him there.

He dismissed it with a manly sounding grunt, but their gazes met. She saw the discomfort in his cool blue eyes. Of course, there were a lot of reasons for his discomfort other than just her touch, but the unwanted effect from the physical contact certainly hadn’t helped matters.

Shelby finally located the knife and tried to clamp her fingers around it. The surface was smooth and it slipped a few times, but she worked it out of his pocket. She nearly dropped the darn thing, but she trapped it against Seth’s stomach with her hand.

He took over from there even though it involved yet more touching.

Now Shelby was the one who grunted when the back of his hand collided with her breast. No apology. He just kept working, and he used his thumb to pop out the blade.

“I’ll have to try to free you first,” he insisted. “The angle’s wrong for me to cut through my own rope.”

Suddenly, the little two-inch pocketknife blade looked as big and sharp as a switchblade, but Shelby held out her hands. Seth didn’t waste a second. He started sawing while he fired glances all around them. No doubt looking for any sign of their captors returning.

It took a team effort. Seth sliced the knife back and forth while Shelby rocked in rhythm to the blade so that it would do the job faster. She was certain time wasn’t on their side.

Finally, the knife cut through, and Shelby nearly toppled over as the rope fell from her wrists. She quickly righted herself, took the knife from Seth and started to cut him loose.

“I guess you aren’t behind this?” he asked.

It took her a moment to realize exactly what he was asking. “You think I murdered someone in the warehouse and then stun gunned, kidnapped and drugged myself?”

He lifted his shoulder. “I was Tasered and kidnapped, too,” Seth reminded her. “I know you want my mother convicted of killing your father and would do pretty much anything to see that happen. I also know you hate me.”

She couldn’t argue with the part about wanting Jewell to be punished for what she’d done to Shelby’s father. But the second part? Well, Shelby could take some issue with that.

“I don’t hate you,” she corrected. “But you’re not somebody I feel warm and fuzzy about.”

Except for all that touching. That had certainly felt a little warm. Something that she’d carry to the grave, because Shelby had no intentions of admitting it to anyone. Especially Seth.

“I suspect you have the same non–warm and fuzzy feelings about me,” Shelby added.

He didn’t agree or disagree with that. He made a sound that could have meant anything or nothing. “I just want to make sure that neither you nor the trial had anything to do with this.”

That evaporated any trace and memory of a warm feeling from the touching. Yes, he was talking to her as if she was a suspect.

“I can’t speak for the trial, but I had nothing to do with this,” she said through clenched teeth. “Did you?”

He gave her that flat look, the one only an FBI agent could manage. “I’m the law,” he reminded her.

“And the stepson of the woman you’d like to see out of jail.”

There. If he was going tit for tat, then she’d remind him that he had as much motive for this fiasco as she did.

Which wasn’t much of a motive at all.

Good grief. She’d had a few verbal run-ins with Seth in the past seven months since he’d moved to the Sweetwater Ranch to be near his mother for the upcoming murder trial. But during those run-ins, he’d never accused her of multiple felonies.

“I’m an investigative reporter,” she snapped. “Not a criminal like your stepmother.”

That probably stung. Had to. Because from all accounts Seth loved Jewell, and some members of her family, Seth included, were likely getting desperate with the trial just days away. Well, Shelby was getting desperate, too, because she’d waited twenty-three years to get justice for her father.

She hoped her scowl conveyed that to Seth.

Shelby was so caught up in her little mental temper tantrum and scowling that she made a sound of surprise when the knife finally cut through the rope. She barely had time to move back before Seth snatched the knife from her and started toward the door. She got to her feet and hurried after him.

He stopped at the door and looked outside, but with the way he was standing, Shelby couldn’t see anything except the sky. The sun was bleached white, almost blinding, and she had to blink hard several times to stop her eyes from stinging.

“Let’s go,” Seth whispered.

That was it, all the warning she got before he stepped out still gripping the knife. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

She’d been right about the vehicles. None was in sight. But there were a rusted-out tractor, an old watering trough and what was left of a single-story, weathered gray house. It was obvious that it’d been a while since anyone had lived there.

“You recognize this place?” he asked.

“Afraid not.” But she had no idea how long Seth and she had lost consciousness. Their captors would have had plenty of time to drive them pretty much anywhere, including out of the county.

Seth pulled her behind the tractor, stopped and lifted his head to listen. Shelby did the same, but the only things she heard were some birds chirping and her own heartbeat drumming in her ears. Definitely no sounds of cars, which meant there probably wasn’t a main road nearby.

But there was a gravel road leading away from the place.

“There are some fresh tracks,” Seth said, going closer to have a look at them.

“Should we just follow this road and see where it goes?” she asked.

“We’ll follow it, but we’ll have to stay out of sight. These guys will be back for us any minute now.”

Shelby already had come to the same conclusion, but it made her heart beat faster to hear it confirmed.

They went off the road and onto the side away from the barn, where there were a few trees and some bushes. Nothing that would give them much cover, but maybe they wouldn’t need it for long. If they could make it to a farm road or highway, someone would possibly see them. Someone who didn’t want to hit them with another stun gun and tie them up.

“Any idea who did this to us?” Seth asked. There it was again. The interrogating tone that made it sound as if she’d done something wrong.

“No.” But Shelby immediately had to rethink her answer. “Wait. Maybe. There is this guy, Marvin Hance, who’s mean enough and motivated enough to want to hurt me.”

“The former FBI agent who was charged with killing his wife?” Seth didn’t even hesitate.

“The very one. You know him?”

“Not personally, but I’m familiar with his case, and he still has friends in the FBI.”

Hance did indeed, and Shelby had run up against a few of his friends who thought she was Satan himself to pursue their friend with her brand of journalism.

“Well, Hance isn’t a friend of mine,” she clarified. “I did some articles about him, and he didn’t care much for them. Then the murder charges were dismissed on a technicality—”

“A botched search warrant,” Seth supplied. “Hance has threatened you?”

“Oh, yes. Threats, phone calls, showing up at my office. It got to the point where I had to get a restraining order.”

The ordeal had been a nightmare. Well, not compared to this, but it’d been unpleasant. It also hadn’t helped when some of Hance’s FBI friends had made it next to impossible for her to get information about his murder investigation that would normally be provided to reporters.

Shelby shook her head. “I’m pretty sure Hance murdered his wife, and I believe he’s capable of murdering again. But why would he possibly involve you in his mission to get back at me for those articles?”

Seth made a sound to indicate he was giving that some thought, and he walked around a rusted-out car. “The only thing that connects us is my mother’s trial.”

True. His stepbrother, Tucker, was married to her sister, Laine, but since Seth and his stepbrother were barely on speaking terms, that connection was thin.

But, for that matter, so was the trial.

“I believe Jewell’s guilty,” Shelby said, speaking out loud and hoping it made more sense than when it was still in her head. “You believe she’s innocent. So if our captors or Hance did this because of the murder trial, what could they possibly hope to achieve?”

“I don’t know why Hance would have involved me in this. But someone else could have wanted to use us for some kind of ransom.” He answered her question so quickly it was clear his head wasn’t as foggy as hers. “But not ransom for money. Maybe someone wanted to use us to try to sway the trial in some way.”

It didn’t make sense, but neither did anything else about this situation. Shelby didn’t have access to anything that could affect the trial.

Unlike Seth.

He probably could get at some evidence if necessary, but so far he didn’t seem to be the law-breaking type. Maybe because he thought he had justice on his side and that Jewell would be cleared of all charges.

And that brought Shelby back to a revenge theory.

Maybe Hance wanted revenge against her and Seth had accidentally gotten caught up in the plan? It’d be a weird coincidence since both Seth and she had gotten phone calls that’d brought them here, but nothing else made sense right now.

Seth came to a stop so quickly that Shelby plowed into him. He was solid, all right, and didn’t seem to notice she’d bumped into him. Instead, he just lifted his head.

“Get down,” he said, but he didn’t wait for her to do that. Seth jerked her to the ground amid the weeds and grass.

Shelby heard it then. The car engine. Or rather the engine of a big truck.

Oh, God.

This had to be the men who’d kidnapped them.

She sucked in her breath. Held it, waiting and praying.

Once the men were inside the barn, maybe Seth and she could make a run for it to put some space between them and these killers. There weren’t many places to hide, but she’d spotted some good-size boulders just ahead. That would give them far more protection and cover than the grass.

Shelby couldn’t fully turn her head because of the way Seth was holding her, but from the corner of her eye she saw the driver park the truck. Two men got out. She didn’t recognize either of them, but they were both armed with weapons not only in holsters but also in their hands. As she’d hoped, they went into the barn.

“Let’s go,” Seth mouthed.

He took her by the wrist and started running toward those boulders. She wasn’t exactly a slouch at running, but Seth was a heck of a lot faster than she was. If he hadn’t kept hold of her, she wouldn’t have been able to keep up with him. They were just a few yards away when Shelby heard something she didn’t want to hear.

“There they are!” one of the men shouted.

Her heart went to her knees, and Seth dragged her back to the ground. Probably to stop them from being gunned down.

But the men didn’t shoot.

There was another sound. The truck engine roared to life, and Seth’s gaze snapped right in that direction.

“Run,” Seth ordered, getting her to her feet again.

She did, but Shelby looked over her shoulder. And she heard the strangled sound claw its way through her throat.

The truck was no longer in front of the barn. Nor on the road.

It was coming right at them.