When Silence Falls. Shirlee McCoy

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      Cade sped down Main Street, took a hard right onto Fifth, his sirens blaring, adrenaline pumping through him and waking him more than the strong, bitter coffee he’d been drinking. He barely braked as he turned left onto Apple Orchard Lane. Dark and lined with large, lush trees, the street offered plenty of hiding places. He searched the area as he pulled up in front of the tiny bungalow at the end of the road. Flanked by woods on one side and an oversize Victorian on the other, it looked like a fairy-tale cottage. Soft light spilled from the front window, illuminating the yard and the vintage GTO that sat in the driveway.

      The front door of the house flew open as Cade stepped out of his car, and a woman tumbled out. Five foot three, maybe a hundred and ten pounds, wearing baggy sweats and a bright pink T-shirt. Cade didn’t need to see the color of her hair and eyes to know the woman.

      He strode forward, caught Piper’s arm as she raced off the last step. “Are you okay? Is he inside?”

      “Yes and no.”

      “You’re sure?”

      “Yes.” Her eyes were wide with fear, her teeth chattering.

      “Then go back inside. I’ll knock when I’m finished out here.”

      “But what if he’s out here?”

      “Let’s hope he is. I want to have a little chat with him. Go on. Inside.” He nudged her toward the three steps that led to the front door, waited until she was locked inside and made his way around to the back of the property. There was no light here, only the silvery glow of the moon reflected on grass and trees. The yard was empty, but he walked the perimeter anyway, flashing his light into the woods, searching for signs that someone had hidden there. Closer to the house he found a patch of matted down grass, but nothing more. He’d dust the windows and siding for prints, though he doubted he’d find anything. Whoever had been here had fled, leaving little of himself behind.

      Was it a coincidence that Piper had stopped a kidnapping attempt three hours ago and was now the victim of an attempted break-in? Cade didn’t think so. He radioed for dispatch to locate Jake Reed, and then strode back around to the front of the house.

      An engine roared through the darkness and headlights illuminated the street. Cade’s hand dropped to his gun, then fell away as a silver Jaguar pulled in behind his cruiser, and a lean, hard-built man stepped out. Grayson Sinclair. Even if Cade hadn’t known him years ago, he would have recognized the deputy commonwealth’s attorney. Well-known by the community and well-loved by the media, his was a face often in the news.

      He strode toward Cade, calm, but for the hot anger that shot from his eyes. “Is my sister okay?”

      “Yes.”

      “What happened?”

      “Someone was at her back window.”

      “You’ve checked out the backyard?”

      “Yes.”

      “Dusted for prints?”

      “Doing it now.”

      “Have you called—”

      “How about you go inside and talk to Piper and leave me out here to do my job, Gray?”

      Grayson’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “I know you, don’t I?”

      “Used to. Cade Macalister.”

      “Seth’s friend. Last I heard you were an MP.”

      “Now I’m a freelance photographer.”

      “And part-time cop?”

      “Reserves.”

      “I guess Jake needs the help. Things get busy around here when the summer crowd arrives.”

      “Grayson?” Piper peeked out the front door, her pale face just visible.

      “We’ll catch up later, Macalister. You okay, Piper?” Grayson’s attention turned to his sister, the anger and frustration Cade had noticed well-hidden as he walked up the front steps and disappeared into the house.

      

      Twenty minutes later, Piper’s hands were still shaking. She grabbed cups from the cupboard and tried to pour coffee for the three men sitting in her living room. It splattered over the rim, and she muttered under her breath, wiping the spill up and trying again.

      “Need some help?”

      Her hand jerked. More coffee spilled. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and turned to face Cade. “Only if you’re better at pouring coffee than I am.”

      “I can give it a try.” He stepped beside her, eased the coffeepot from her hand, a half smile showing off a deep dimple in his cheek. Had it been there when they were kids? If so, Piper hadn’t been mature enough to appreciate it.

      “You’re staring.”

      Her cheeks heated, but she didn’t turn away. “I’m just trying to match who you are now with who you used to be.”

      “Don’t bother. There’s not much of the kid left.” His words were light, but something in his eyes made her wonder where he’d traveled in the past years, what he’d seen.

      Now wasn’t the time to ask. Maybe there wouldn’t be a time. Four years her senior, Cade had been Seth’s best friend. The last time Piper had seen him, he’d been eighteen and getting ready to enlist. Now he was thirty-three. A man who was nothing like the teenager he’d once been.

      “You have a tray for these?” He gestured to the cups he’d filled.

      “Right here.” She set the cups on the tray, then pulled out a package of chocolate chip cookies and piled some on a plate. Before she could lift the tray, it was in Cade’s hands and he was leading the way back into the living room where both Grayson and Jake were waiting.

      Piper stepped into the room behind him and sensed a tension that hadn’t been there when she’d left to make the coffee. She glanced at Jake Reed, who’d arrived soon after Grayson. He looked frustrated and angry, his mouth set in a firm line.

      Grayson looked just as angry and just as frustrated. Jaw lined with dark stubble, his short hair slightly mussed, he was as close to unkempt as Piper had ever seen him. He looked up as Piper approached, some of the anger seeping from his gaze. “Coffee. Just what I needed.”

      Piper grabbed a cup and handed it to him. “Why don’t you take it to go? You look like you’ve had a long day.”

      “I have. But I’m not going anywhere until I hear what Jake plans to do to keep you safe.”

      “What do you expect him to do? Put a guard on me twenty-four hours a day?”

      “If that’s what it takes.”

      “You know that isn’t possible, Gray.” Jake’s words were calm, with just an undertone of irritation. Obviously, they’d been discussing this while Piper was in the kitchen.

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