Danger on the Mountain. Lynette Eason

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      “All right.” Maggie stood and shifted Belle to her hip. “She’s got a nap to take, and I’ve got an afternoon class to teach.” She paused. “Will you keep me updated on what happens? I’m still a little nervous about that threat.”

      He smiled, hoping to reassure her. “Sure thing.”

      * * *

      Maggie walked him to the door and locked it behind him. Then she walked into Belle’s room and placed the sleepy baby in the crib. Even though Belle had fallen asleep for a short time on the ride home from the bank, she needed a real nap or by the evening, she’d be so cranky Maggie wouldn’t know what to do with her.

      Belle protested for a while, but she finally fell quiet, her cries fading as she slipped into sleep.

      Maggie smiled. It had been so hard to learn to let the baby cry, but once she’d tamped down her instinct to hold Belle every time it was naptime, they were both a lot happier. Belle slept better, and Maggie was able to get a few things done.

      Like teach her online class. She still had about ten minutes before she had to sign in. Mrs. Adler should be arriving soon. The woman lived just a few houses up from Maggie and often walked over to be there in case Belle woke up while Maggie was in the middle of a class. Maggie paid her a weekly wage, and Mrs. Adler was thrilled to be making money and honing her grandmother skills.

      With Reese’s dominating presence gone, she now felt an absence she’d never noticed in the small house before. What shocked her was her lack of nervousness when he was around. She’d actually let him in the house. The fact that he was a cop helped. She felt safe with him in a way she didn’t feel with other men who were not in law enforcement. Officers had helped her when she needed it most. Like Felicia Moss, the officer who’d listened to Maggie’s story and then taught her how to hide once she escaped from Kent.

      All that knowledge, and she hadn’t needed it. Kent had been killed before she could put into practice everything she’d learned.

      Gulping, she pushed aside the memories and booted up the computer. Signing in, she greeted the students already in the room and got started.

      Forty-five minutes later, she signed off, thanked God once again for the ability to work from home and got up to check on Belle. Sleeping soundly.

      Mrs. Adler had slipped in and was sitting in the recliner reading a book. “Hello there.”

      The woman set the book in her lap and looked up to smile at Maggie. “Hi. Belle’s sleeping away, and I’m enjoying a good book. How’d your class go?”

      “Great. I only had three show up today, and we had a fascinating discussion about right angles.”

      Mrs. Adler grimaced. “Please don’t talk about math. I still get hives if I have to think about numbers without a calculator in front of me.”

      Maggie laughed. “I love math. I actually prefer it.” A noise outside the door made her jump and turn. “Did you hear that?”

      “Hear what?”

      Shivers danced in her stomach, but she didn’t want to alarm Mrs. Adler unnecessarily. “Um...I thought I heard Belle. Do you mind checking on her?”

      “Sure, hon.” Mrs. Adler walked down the hall and Maggie swiveled to stare at the front door.

      She slowly walked over to it.

      The knob jiggled and she stepped back, heart thumping. “Who is it?” She hated the tremble in her voice, but after this morning, the bank robber’s threat loomed close to the front of her mind.

      The knob stilled. Faint footsteps reached her ears, and she felt her pulse kick it up a notch.

      Maggie went to the side window and looked out just I time to see a slim jean-clad figure race around the side of the house.

      Slim, tall, ragged, loose-fitting jeans.

      Slim? The man from the bank?

      Her breath snagged in her throat and fear thumped through her.

      Fingers fumbled for the phone. Finally, she wrapped her hand around it then punched in 911.

      * * *

      Reese slapped the pen down onto the desk. He’d prefer to work with a computer, but his hadn’t been set up yet. Looking around, he smiled. Not that much different in this office than the one he’d come from. Washington, D.C., was just bigger and louder.

      Eli shoved a ragged-looking man in front of him as he escorted him down the hall to the holding cell. The man let loose a string of curses that didn’t stop even when the door clanked shut.

      Reese’s radio crackled on his shoulder.

      Nope, not that much different. And maybe just as loud.

      He looked at Eli and gestured toward the prisoner. “That Pete?”

      “The one and only.”

      Pete Scoggins. The town drunk. Reese had heard about him five minutes after being in town.

      Pete wilted to the floor of the cell and Eli slid into the desk opposite Reese. “Anything on the bank robbery?”

      “No. Anything on the identity of the man who cracked his head on the floor?”

      Eli shook his head. “He’s awake and released from the hospital and into our custody, but he’s not talking.”

      “She said he wouldn’t,” Reese murmured.

      “What’s that?”

      “Maggie. She said the man wouldn’t talk.”

      Eli blew out a sigh. “Well, she’s got it right so far.”

      “Anything on a gunshot wound coming in at any of the hospitals?”

      “Nothing.” Eli pursed his lips and ran a hand over his chin. “I’ve gotten the word out to be on the lookout for the two other robbers, one with a gunshot wound in his shoulder. So far, we’re batting zero.”

      “Hey, I can hear you back here real good,” Pete hollered from his cell. “You talking about those boys who robbed the bank, ain’t ya?”

      Eli rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Pete. We are. We’ll try to keep it down so you can sleep it off.”

      “I seen ’em, you know.”

      Reese lifted a brow and got up to follow Eli. Eli stood in front of Pete’s cell. “Where? What do you know about them?”

      Pete yawned and shrugged. “I’ll tell you after I get me a good hot meal.”

      “Aw, you’re just yanking my chain,” Eli said and turned to go back down the hall. But Reese wasn’t so sure.

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