Her Hero in Hiding. Rachel Lee

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      Outside, judging from the sound of the wind, the storm still raged. Hard to believe it had gone on so long. Hard to accept that she was trapped in more ways than one.

      “I’ve got to figure out what to do.”

      “Relax,” he said. “I’m already figuring it out.”

      “Why should you do that?”

      He shrugged. “Why not?”

      “Because it’s my problem?”

      “It’s mine now, too.”

      She realized he meant it. That was no token statement. “I can figure it out.”

      “You’ve been figuring it out for a few years now. Let somebody else help you for a change.” He closed his book and placed it on the coffee table. “I’m not trying to take over, it’s not my place. You can make all the decisions yourself. But I have a few suggestions.”

      “Like what?”

      “For starters, we call the sheriff.”

      “No! Then I’ll be in the blotter. I’ll be in the newspaper, like last time I made a complaint. I don’t want him to know I’m still in the area!”

      He waited a moment before speaking. When he did, his voice was so calm it seemed at odds with the situation. “Are you planning to run forever?”

      She bit her lip so hard it hurt. “No,” she said finally, feeling her eyes sting. “No.”

      “Then we need to deal with the problem. The sheriff here is a man I’d trust with my life, and I don’t say that about many people. If I tell him what’s going on, he’ll guard your secret with his life. Your name won’t be in any blotter or any report.”

      “You’re sure?”

      “Like I said, I’d trust him with my life. In fact, there are a few people hereabouts I can say that about. So trust me on this one.”

      “And if I do?”

      “Then we’re going to ask the sheriff to find Kevin. Find him and nail him good. It’s not just beating you up anymore, Kay. It’s kidnapping. Across state lines. That’s a federal crime, and that son of a bitch is going away for life.”

      A spark of hope ignited in her, but then flickered out. “He has to be caught first.”

      “Trust me, we’ll get him. One way or another.”

      “But it’s just my word against his.” That hadn’t been enough before.

      “Well, I think some photos of your face will make a point. And the other injuries he gave you.”

      She touched her cheek lightly with her fingertips. “I must look awful.”

      “You look like someone who was hit in the side of the head with something heavy. Like a tire iron.”

      She almost gasped. “How did you know?”

      “Did you look in the mirror when you went to the bathroom?”

      “No.” No, she had avoided that like the plague. It was bad enough to endure the pain, but she’d been afraid to look for fear he’d ruined her face for good. How could she work as a waitress with a messed-up face?

      “If we can’t get the sheriff out here soon, I’m going to ask you to let me take some pictures myself.”

      “Why do we have to wait for the sheriff?”

      “I think it’s more evidentiary if he does it. Well, actually, he’ll probably ask one of his female deputies to do it. From what I saw when I helped you change into those clothes yesterday, you were beaten all over.”

      She covered her face with her hands, pierced by a shame she couldn’t explain. Why should she feel shame? But she did, and it was deep and burning. She felt hot tears begin to run, but no sobs accompanied them. She’d learned, a long time ago, to cry silently.

      At least her stranger-savior didn’t evince any annoyance. He just let her cry. Later, when the tears dried and she dabbed at her face with the sleeves of the green sweatshirt, he rose, returning a minute later with a box of tissues and a fresh cup of coffee.

      She took the tissues gratefully, dabbing her face, blowing her nose. “Sorry,” she said.

      “No need.”

      The coffee tasted as if it had been freshly brewed, and she sipped it with pleasure. She hadn’t really tasted anything before, had just been going through the motions, but now, for the first time in days, she discovered she could savor something simple. Something good. “You like it strong. So do I.” She gave him a smile with the half of her face that still felt mobile.

      He acknowledged her words with a small nod. Evidently he didn’t run to social pleasantries.

      “When are you going to call the sheriff?”

      “As soon as you’re ready to give me identifying information.”

      “What kind of information?”

      “The car he was driving, what he looks like, his full name, where he kidnapped you from.”

      “Okay.” She drew a deep breath. He was right; she couldn’t keep running. And this was as good a place as any to make her stand, if only because she seemed to have an ally.

      An odd ally, one who apparently had chosen to stand beside her on principle and nothing else. But maybe that was the best kind of ally—one who expected nothing from her but merely felt her situation deserved his help.

      Yes, that was best, she decided. That way there was no chance of the kind of messiness she’d run into with Kevin.

      “I’ll give you whatever information you want.”

      He nodded again and rose. “Just let me get a pad and pen.”

      She waited, holding her mug in both hands, afraid to nurture even a spark of hope. For all she knew, she was about to sign her own death warrant.

      But even death seemed preferable to living like this any longer.

Chapter 4

      Clint got his cordless phone and returned to his easy chair, putting the pad on his lap. Kay had answered his questions, and he’d scribbled down the answers. It was time to call the sheriff, Gage Dalton, even though the roads for miles around were impassible.

      He didn’t need the sheriff to protect Kay here at his house. He needed the sheriff to keep eyes out for Kevin.

      He scanned the pad to refresh his memory of what she had told him before he dialed. His notes were even more abbreviated than his speech, but he had СКАЧАТЬ