No One To Trust. Melody Carlson

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      “Hopefully.” She shuddered to imagine using those “weapons” to ward off real firearms or even a SWAT team. Even if Krantz was a lousy shot, he could hit them eventually. Or one of his buddies would.

      “I can’t think of any reason Krantz would focus only on this house,” Jon said. “My guess is he’s just hitting up every house along this road. He’s probably pounding on every door, just hoping to see or hear something that reveals our whereabouts. He’s probably hoping he’ll get Ralph to bark—to give us away.”

      “Speaking of Ralph, where is he?” she said suddenly. “Why wasn’t he barking?”

      “I put a tranquilizer in his food while you were cleaning up. He chowed down and passed out within minutes.” He pointed to a crate where Ralph was nestled in an old army blanket. “Poor guy was exhausted. He probably didn’t even need the pill, but we won’t take any chances. And I’ve got another one already mixed into some dog food just in case he wakes.”

      “Good.” Leah let out a long sigh, willing herself to relax. “This all feels so crazy and unreal—like we just got pulled into some weird crime TV show.”

      “I know. I keep trying to figure it all out. Kind of makes my head hurt. And more than figuring it out, I want to figure a way out. I’m just not sure what it is.” He explained how he’d been working on his car the past couple of days. “So it’s not running at the moment.” He shared the other various plans that he’d been concocting, but they all had fatal flaws.

      “But can’t we fix your car?” she asked. “I mean, we’d have to wait until the cop cars stop patrolling in order to drive safely out of here, but—”

      “My carburetor is in about a hundred pieces,” he said glumly. “It was having problems on the trip down here. I thought I’d be clever and fix it myself.” He explained how he and his dad had torn apart and reassembled numerous cars over the years. “It didn’t seem like a big deal...at the time. And it’s not, except that it’ll take hours to put it all back together.”

      “How long?” she asked eagerly. “What if we go work on it now? Maybe I can help.”

      “We’d need to cover all the windows in the garage to keep light from going out—that alone might look suspicious. And even if it went smoothly, it could take all night. Even then, I’m not sure it would work. Some of the pieces looked pretty worn. I was going to call in to town to see if I could get some parts delivered out here.”

      “Your phone,” she said. “It works here?”

      “Not in the house. I have to go climb up onto this rock—it’s about a quarter mile down the road—just to get one bar, and even that’s dicey if the weather is bad.”

      “Oh.” She pursed her lips. “But we could do that, couldn’t we? We could go try your phone... I mean, if the cop cars aren’t parked out there.”

      “Yes.” He nodded slowly. “We could. And I’m thinking we should call the state police first. But only when we know it’s safe to get to the rock. It’s kind of exposed to the road.” He pointed to some food on the makeshift table with the candle. “Maybe we should eat something first. Just to fortify ourselves...you know, for whatever lies ahead.” He handed her a box of rye crackers as he cut some slices of cheese. “Sorry there’s not much to choose from. I just grabbed what was handy.”

      “And you’re certain no one knows you’re here in this house?” she asked as she helped herself to an apple and bit into it. “No neighbors or anyone who could help?”

      “Pretty certain. Ralph and I got here on Saturday—the same day we spotted you running on the beach.” He shook his head. “Here I was kicking myself for not getting your name...and now here you are stuck with me.”

      She made a weak smile. “I don’t mind being stuck with you.” She just wished the circumstances were different. “So no one saw you coming or going here?”

      “I got groceries on my way here,” he explained. “Then I parked my car in the garage. And other than walking on the beach—and I always use the back door for that—I haven’t left the house.”

      “You say this is your parents’ house—do they know you’re here? Any chance they could help somehow?” She reached for a piece of cheese.

      “They’re on a two-week cruise to celebrate their fortieth anniversary.”

      “Sounds nice.” She sighed.

      “How about you?” he asked. “Will anyone notice you’re missing?”

      She shrugged. “Probably not... Not for a while anyway.”

      “Did anyone know where you went to run?”

      “I mentioned I was going running to a friend at work. But I didn’t say where.” She frowned. “Stupid... I know.”

      “And there’s no one who’d go out looking for you? No husband or boyfriend? No roommate?”

      She peered curiously at him. It almost felt as if he were fishing. “No,” she said firmly. “No husband. No boyfriend. My life’s been pretty busy the past couple of years. No time for that sort of thing.”

      “Right.”

      “But I do live with my great-aunt.”

      “So she’ll know you’re missing?” he asked hopefully.

      “Probably not. She’s elderly and I live in an apartment over her garage. We can go days without seeing each other.”

      “Oh.” He frowned.

      “How about you? Anyone who will wonder where you are? Any significant other?”

      “I could probably be missing for a week and no one would notice.”

      “That sounds rather sad.”

      “Well, it’s because I took some time off work. You see, I was house-and dog-sitting for my parents in Portland and it seemed like a good opportunity to have a break. So I brought Ralph to the beach. I planned to stay for a week or two.”

      “That must be nice.”

      “What?”

      “To be able to take a week or two off from work...to come to the beach whenever you like.” It sounded like a different world to Leah. One that she couldn’t help but envy.

      He shrugged. “The truth is, I was thinking about quitting my job. I told my boss I needed time to think about it.”

      “Didn’t you say you were an attorney? Or was that just to make Krantz worried?”

      “I am an attorney. But I work in a firm that mostly practices corporate law. Not really what I’d planned to do with my life.”

      “So what did you plan to do with your life?” She took a drink of water.

      “I wanted to be an artist.”

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