Off The Grid Christmas. Mary Ellen Porter

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “We can head up the bluff.” She nodded toward the south and the scraggly pines that dotted a steep hill. She’d walked there a couple of days ago, trying to clear her mind after hours in front of the computer. “But I don’t know how far we can take the bike. The terrain’s steep and icy and the bike’s tires have definitely seen better days. We need a vehicle, and mine’s in the lot.”

      “I parked off the street. About a half-mile from the lot.”

      A light flashed at the head of the trail, there and gone so quickly Arden would have missed it if she hadn’t been looking in that direction.

      “A signal,” Kane muttered. “They’re going to try to trap us. Can we make it to the road, or should we ditch the bike and try to make it out quietly? You know the area best. It’s your call, Arden, but make the right choice. We’re probably outmanned and outgunned.”

      “We can make it out on the bike.” It would take a little finesse and a whole lot of guts, but their odds were better on the bike than walking out.

      She started the engine and took off again, leaving the trail and bouncing onto ice-coated grass, speeding between spindly pine trees as she raced up the bluff and toward freedom.

      * * *

      Kane had been in a lot of dangerous situations, but riding on an ancient motorbike behind a woman who seemed more daredevil than computer whiz was right up at the top of his list of experiences he never wanted to repeat.

      He was concerned about the icy conditions, Arden’s driving skills and the fact that whoever was after her might have already spotted his rented Chevy Tahoe. It was unlikely, though. He’d parked behind a small copse of trees, and the vehicle would be difficult to spot from the road.

      Still, if the people who were after Arden were as desperate as she seemed to believe, they might have been scoping out the area, looking for signs that someone besides Arden was around.

      The bike bounced over an exposed root, and he tightened his grip on Arden’s waist. He’d have preferred to drive, but this arrangement left his gun hand free. Arden navigated the rocky, snow-covered bluff with surprising ease.

      Kane leaned forward, his chest pressing against Arden’s backpack. The wind whipped at strands of hair peeking out from her hat, the soft tendrils brushing against his cheek.

      She slowed as they reached the crest of the hill. Even at this speed the cold air was merciless on their exposed skin and eyes. They needed to get to the Chevy. He had a duffel of supplies there, hats and gloves, an extra jacket.

      His work required preparedness, and he’d tried to think of all the possibilities when he’d set off to find Arden. He’d been hoping to be a few steps ahead of whoever was after her, but the army that was following her seemed to have a lot of tech power behind it—they’d been able to access the PetID database and register the hit on the microchip just as he had. They also had at least some knowledge of Arden’s private life. Kane had only known about her cat and its microchip because Grayson had told him. Was it possible someone Arden knew well had set her up?

      He glanced over his shoulder, his arm still tight around Arden’s waist.

      Bright lights illuminated the path they’d left, what looked like an ATV zipping along the narrow passage.

      “They’re coming. Looks like they have a vehicle that can make it,” he warned.

      “Hold on,” she shouted, hitting the throttle and propelling them over the top of the bluff. The way down was as steep as the trip up, but the bike managed to cling to the rocky, ice-coated ground as Arden wove her way through sparse pine growth.

      There weren’t enough trees to provide adequate cover, and the hair on his neck stood on end. He may as well have had a bull’s-eye on his back. One well-trained sniper, and he’d be down.

      He glanced back. The ATV had crested the hill and seemed to be idling there. It was a good vantage point, and the shot would be easy enough to take.

      Arden must have sensed the danger.

      “Hang on!” she shouted. Hitting the throttle once more, she increased their speed and veered sharply to the right, steering the motorcycle toward what looked like a shallow ditch. Beyond that, the road curved across the landscape.

      The first shot rang out as the motorcycle jumped the ditch. Bits of bark flew into Kane’s face as the tires hit the snowy pavement. The motorcycle wobbled dangerously, yet somehow remained upright.

      “Left!” he shouted, calculating their distance from his Tahoe, the likelihood of the next bullet hitting its target, the chance that Arden would make it out of this situation alive if something happened to him.

      He’d promised Jace he’d get her home in one piece.

      He’d do it.

      A second shot rang out, and the pavement behind them exploded. A high-caliber rifle, but the gunman couldn’t seem to hit his mark.

      There are always blessings in the trials.

      His grandmother had reminded him of that dozens of times when he was a kid. Maybe she’d been right.

      He could see the patch of trees where he’d parked the Tahoe, and the dull gleam of the street sign he’d used as a marker just ahead.

      A bullet hit it, bouncing off the metal with a loud crack.

      “Just past the sign. Behind those trees,” he barked, and Arden veered in the direction he’d indicated, the motorcycle slowing as she bounced off the road and into knee-high grass.

      She cut the motor as they reached the Tahoe.

      The night had gone silent except for the wind that howled through the trees. No engines roaring, people shouting, bullets flying.

      “I don’t like this,” Arden whispered as she clambered off the bike.

      “Get in!” he urged, opening the driver’s side door. “They’re probably coming from the parking area.” Before the words were out of his mouth, she was scrambling across the bench seat; he rushed in after her, pulling the door shut behind him.

      Shoving the keys in the ignition, Kane cranked the engine and hit the gas. The SUV lurched out from behind the trees and screeched onto the road.

      “Keep down!” Kane ordered as he floored it.

      He didn’t know how many vehicles were coming from the parking area, but he could already see a set of lights in his rearview mirror. He might be able to outrun them.

      Might.

      He’d flown into a small airfield three miles away, just outside of Lubec. Bringing the Cessna had been faster and easier than driving or booking a commercial flight.

      With the weather getting bad and the enemy on his tail, he wasn’t sure it had been the right decision. The airfield shared space with Tommy’s Truck and SUV Rentals, the town’s only car rental business; the pickings had been slim—mostly older model pickup trucks—and he’d thought he’d been fortunate enough to rent the Tahoe. Now he wished there’d been a faster vehicle to choose.

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