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Chapter Four

Dane was a jackass, plain and true. He thought it the moment he left his office and he thought it through his meeting with Darby’s chief of police, Detective Foster, and Riker County’s sheriff, Billy Reed. A meeting that had gone over their limited facts and debated who would handle the case, seeing as it had happened outside the sheriff’s department’s jurisdiction.

However, unlike Dane, Billy was a charmer. The people of Riker County loved their sheriff, and that included the chiefs of police from the towns and city that they encompassed. When Billy took office, he had worked hard to keep relations between all local law enforcement friendly, so when the time arose where they wanted to cash in some favors, it wasn’t frowned upon. At least, not for long.

Dane grabbed a water from the break room afterwards and sat down at one of the tables, relieved the chief had agreed to let them take lead. He wondered if he would have been able to talk the man into it had he followed through and become sheriff when he’d had the opportunity. He had a familiar pang of regret at the question. He remembered his younger self, eyes wide and mind set on leading the sheriff’s department when Sheriff Rockwell had been around.

But things had changed.

Now he was just the jackass who had gotten their off-duty dispatcher to take Rachel back to the school instead of doing it himself.

After all she had been through, there he was, still trying to put distance between them.

Guilt, old and new, created tension in his shoulders. Dane rolled them back. It didn’t help.

“So there I was, coming out of my doctor’s appointment, when I run into a very peculiar scene.” Dane turned to see the sheriff’s right-hand woman, Chief Deputy Suzy Simmons-Callahan, in the doorway of the break room, brow raised and hand on her pregnant belly. Even with a rounded stomach, Suzy was not to be taken lightly. “Chance Montgomery and that black cowboy hat of his asking the vet next door about dog crates and bubble wrap. Know anything about that? Because I can’t imagine that man being in town and not dropping by to see you.”

Dane nodded. “We met this morning. He’s following a case in Birmingham involving a series of thefts.”

“Dog crates and bubble wrap?”

“And radio equipment.”

Suzy sat down at his table, curiosity clear in her eyes. “And why is he here? We might occasionally work with other counties, but usually that county is next to us, not hours away.”

Dane sighed. He had planned on keeping what Chance had told him under his hat, but he wasn’t about to lie to Suzy. She was one of the few friends he’d kept throughout the past few years. He’d like to keep it that way for many more.

“A vehicle at one of the crime scenes was registered to Tracy Markinson.” Suzy looked down at her hands, brow pulling in.

He gave her a second to remember. Then it was written all over her face.

“It definitely wasn’t Markinson driving, if that’s what Chance was after,” she said.

Dane nodded. “That’s why he’s in Riker County. He’s following the vehicle’s trail.”

“And asking local vets about dog crates and bubble wrap,” she added with a grin.

“I never claimed to know his methods.” He mimicked the grin. “He told me he’d keep me in the loop if he did find anything, but I’m sure I’ll see him sooner rather than later, especially after what happened earlier.”

They both sobered.

“I’m glad Rachel and the boy were okay,” she said. “But I’ll tell you what I told Billy, it sure doesn’t make sense what happened. Though I guess a lot of the things we deal with don’t make sense to us. Some people just do what they want, and sometimes what they want makes my blood boil.”

“You’ve got that right.”

He didn’t need to ask Suzy to clarify her viewpoint. It didn’t make sense that Rachel and Lonnie had been targeted. Even if it had been a crime of opportunity, abducting two people in broad daylight in a public place was brave.

And stupid.

The worst kind of combination when it came to the criminal mind.

“And how are you doing?” she asked. It was Dane’s turn to raise his eyebrow. She clarified. “Not one but two reminders of the past all within one morning? That has to be interesting for you.”

“It definitely wasn’t how I thought today would go,” he admitted, hedging on a concrete answer. “But I guess part of living in and around small towns means that eventually we all run into our pasts. One way or the other.”

Suzy surprised him with a laugh. “If I was Deputy Ward I’d tell you that you sound like a fortune cookie.” She got up and patted her stomach with another laugh.

“Good thing you aren’t Deputy Ward,” he deadpanned.

Suzy waved him off. “You did good today, Captain. Just make sure you don’t stay here all night. Like your cowboy friend said, we’ll keep you in the loop if anything happens. Until then let’s trust our women and men out in the field.”

“Sure thing, Suzy.”

Dane watched her disappear into the hallway and finished off his water. She was right. It had been years since the Saviors of the South had terrorized the department. In the time after, he’d managed to limit how much exposure he had to reminders of that fateful day. Even when it had been hard.

His thoughts went back to a pair of blue eyes.

Angry blue eyes.

Dane pulled out his phone. He went to Recent Calls.

Who were the men who had gone after Rachel?

And why?

* * *

HER NEIGHBOR MARNIE GABLE was front and center the moment Rachel drove up to her house later that night. No sooner had her door opened than she was enveloped in a tight, teary embrace. Marnie’s wild hair of curls even seemed to be trying to pull her in.

“You could have died,” she squalled.

Rachel rubbed her back and smiled. “But I didn’t.”

Marnie pulled back so Rachel could see the shine in her eyes but didn’t let go. “But—”

“But I didn’t,” Rachel interrupted. “I’m here and okay.”

Marnie was a ball of energy at any given time, but as Rachel gently pulled away from her, she saw that the girl was barely holding it together. She had really been scared.

Rachel felt a tug at her heartstrings.

Marnie wasn’t just a neighbor, she was the daughter of her neighbor. Rachel had somewhat adopted the young woman, just twenty-one now, as a friend when she was a teen. Her parents often traveled for work and Rachel had been the ideal babysitter, if only for location. Both of their houses were out in the most rural part of Darby. It was a fair drive from town no matter where you were coming from. There was even a good distance between their two houses. Marnie used to ride her bike over. Now she drove her beat-up green Beetle.

Marnie didn’t seem to believe her claims of being okay. She detached herself and moved to the side so the security light could help her see Rachel better. Her eyes widened when they took in her bandaged wrist and bruised knuckles.

Rachel beat her to addressing them.

“Just some minor aches and pains,” she hurried to explain. “Nothing too bad.” Rachel tried on a reassuring smile and walked around the woman to the front porch. She pulled out her keys.

“I just don’t get it,” Marnie said, following. “Who were those creeps? What were they doing?”

A burst of cool air pushed against them as they moved into the house. Rachel felt tension she didn’t realize she’d been holding start to seep out. From the back of the house a string of meows started.

“That’s the mystery of it all,” Rachel responded. She made a beeline for the kitchen at the side of the house. The sliding-glass door that lined one wall showed the soft glow of the garden lights she’d set up along the side deck. It was comforting in a way. “It’s still an open investigation.”

June the Cat’s meows got louder. Rachel pulled her dry food from the pantry and headed for her bowl. She paused before pouring. “Wait, how did you hear about what happened?”

Marnie managed to look sheepish. “I heard about it on the radio, or at least, they said something had happened at the school. After that I kind of went into snooping mode. Called a few people until I found someone who knew something.”

Rachel gave her a stern glance. “What have I told you about looking into the gossip mill?”

Marnie huffed but answered.

“That the answers aren’t worth the trouble,” she said. “And just looking for those answers usually only makes more gossip for others.”

Rachel nodded. June the Cat looked up at her with mild interest.

“Well, I was worried,” Marnie grumbled. “So sue me.” She went to the breakfast bar and plopped down. Rachel took advantage of the silence to reheat some leftover lasagna. She cut an extra piece and slid it to her guest. It was enough to get the young woman talking again.

“I just can’t believe it happened is all,” she said around a bite. “And they haven’t even caught the men? I mean, what if they didn’t just try to grab you because you were out in the open? What if it’s you they wanted to begin with?”

Rachel was already gearing up to combat Marnie’s worries but came up short. Not because what Marnie had said made sense—she’d already entertained the thought, though she’d pushed it away just as quickly—but because light moved across the deck.

Headlights.

“Your mom wasn’t coming over tonight, was she?” Rachel asked, hopeful.

Marnie put her fork down. She shook her head.

“She’s in Tennessee for the week.” Rachel pulled out her phone.

“Great,” she muttered. It was dead. The battery rarely lasted an entire day without needing a charge. She’d been meaning to get a new one for months.

Marnie peeked over her shoulder. “Are you expecting anyone?”

“No, but I also wasn’t expecting you.” Rachel gave her a quick smile but it didn’t stay long. She left her plate and hurried into the bedroom and straight to her closet. She bent in front of the safe David had insisted they have and typed in the combo. When Rachel turned around holding a handgun, Marnie was there to gasp.

“Stay here,” Rachel warned.

Marnie’s eyes were the size of quarters but she listened.

Rachel went into the hallway, slowly moving across the hardwood to the front of the house. Her earlier insistence that she was okay started to fade away. The weight of the gun in her bandaged hand helped remind her that things could have turned out a lot differently this morning. And they still could. Every step she took toward the front door ate up her calm.

Was she overreacting?

Had she just been in the wrong place at the wrong time at the school?

Or were the men coming for her?

She tightened her grip on the gun. Her nerves shook her hand. The muscles in her legs readied to run. It didn’t help matters when a booming knock sounded against the front door.

She paused, a few feet from it.

There were no windows to show her who it was, so she walked softly to the peephole. Holding her breath, heart in her throat, Rachel looked through it.

“Holy buckets.” She breathed out and lowered the gun to her side. She opened the door in time to catch Dane’s fist in midair. He was quick to take in her expression and the weapon.

“Before you use that on me, know that, in my defense, I called you. Three times, in fact.”

It wasn’t lost on Rachel how much seeing the man made her feel better. Just as seeing him standing in the gym, cursing at the chained doors, had this morning. Capable, sturdy, a force to be reckoned with. Handsome, too. Though that wasn’t anything new.

“I just realized my phone died,” she said, trying to get her heartbeat back on its normal path.

Dane motioned to the gun. “Well, I’m glad to see that you’re more cautious than not. It makes my—the department’s—job easier in making sure you stay safe.” His eyes strayed over her shoulder as footsteps echoed up the hallway.

“Everything okay?” Marnie called out.

Rachel turned to find the woman holding something in her hands. It surprised a laugh out of her. “Yeah, Marnie. Everything is fine, but is that my bedside lamp?”

Marnie shrugged.

“I wanted to help,” she said defensively. She raised her chin a fraction, proud.

“Well, you can help by putting that back. Please.”

Marnie rolled her eyes but went back into the bedroom.

Dane grinned.

“I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t just barge in,” he said. “If a bullet didn’t do me in, the lamp just might have.”

A look she couldn’t place passed over Dane’s expression. He took a small step backward and jutted his thumb over his shoulder. His truck was parked at the mouth of the drive, since there was no true curb around the property unless you drove back to the two-lane that connected to the town. “Everyone’s still looking for the men, but until we have more information, I thought I might hang out here for a while, just as a precaution.”

Rachel couldn’t stop her surprise from surfacing.

“Deputy Ward is keeping an eye out on Lonnie, too,” he added.

She recovered. “Oh, yeah. Well, that’s good. Especially after everything Lonnie went through today. Better safe than sorry.”

Rachel omitted that she felt another surge of relief having someone so close. It was only after he started to turn away that she wondered if that feeling was because her someone just happened to be Dane.

“Okay, well, charge your cell and give me a heads-up if anyone else is coming over,” he said, already moving down the steps. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Hey, Dane.”

The words left Rachel’s mouth before her mind could catch them. Dane turned, but his expression was blank. He was shutting down.

Again.

Still, Rachel was riding the high of feeling relief and, after the day she’d had, she didn’t want it to stop.

“You could stay inside,” she said. “In the spare room or on the couch. It isn’t like you haven’t slept on either before.”

She tried to smile. She really did. She tried to remember the man who had been her husband’s best friend. The man who had been her friend. The one who had smiled and joked and never turned down an invitation from them to come over.

But time had a funny way of making memories hurt, even when they were good ones.

And maybe that showed.

Dane shook his head and averted his gaze. “I can’t.”

He went back to his truck without another word.

Then, all at once, Rachel felt her anger returning.

This time it was aimed at a man named Marcus. Not only had he taken her husband from her, he’d all but taken her friend, too.