Plain Protector. Alison Stone

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      “There’s no way Jimmy knows where I am.”

      “Are you sure?” The tone of the doctor’s voice sent cold shards shooting through Sarah’s veins.

      Sarah shoved back her shoulders, trying to muster a confidence she didn’t feel. “I have stayed off the radar for six months. No car. No credit card purchases. I’ve been careful about contact with anyone from my past. There’s no way he can know I’m here.” And if Jimmy had found her, he wouldn’t have simply thrown a rock through the window and fled. He would have stayed, stormed into the basement and killed her.

      Unless he wanted to terrorize her first. Make a game of it. Jimmy loved nothing more than playing games. Games that were stacked in his favor.

      Sarah shook her head both to answer Christina’s question and to shake away her constant irrational thoughts. This is what Jimmy had done to her. Not just the physical abuse, he had made her question her own sanity.

      She had to flee Buffalo to save herself physically, emotionally and professionally. Jimmy was able to poke so many holes in her accusations that her job as a social worker for the county had been in jeopardy.

      Christina ran a hand across her chin. “If you’re running away, why only go an hour from Buffalo? You could have gone anywhere. The other side of the country.”

      “It’s twofold really. The pastor of my old church had a connection here in Apple Creek. They needed a social worker. And my mother still lives in the area.”

      “You realize it’s dangerous to contact your mother. Your boyfriend—”

      “Ex-boyfriend.”

      “Well, he’s probably keeping tabs on your mother in case you make contact.”

      “I haven’t. Only through the pastors have we kept in touch. Through letters.” Loss and nostalgia clogged her throat. “My mom’s sick. I need updates, and I need to be able to run home in an emergency.”

      Christina bit her lower lip and nodded. Sarah appreciated that Christina didn’t question her need to be near her mom. Just in case.

      “If even one person knows where you are, you’re in jeopardy,” Christina added.

      Sarah was about to say something when a quiet knock sounded on the door.

      Christina lowered her voice so Nick wouldn’t overhear through the door. “If you’re not going to leave Apple Creek, I strongly encourage you to confide in my brother. He can protect you,” she repeated.

      A stark reality weighed heavily on Sarah. If Jimmy Braeden found her, no one could protect her.

      * * *

      “A deputy sheriff’s escort to my home is more than enough. You don’t have to walk me to the door, Officer Jennings.” Sarah slowed at the bottom step of her rented cottage and turned to face him, obviously trying her best to put her protective shield back in place. Nick could see it in her eyes. She was refusing his help every step of the way.

      What secret was she hiding?

      “You were attacked this evening, and whoever did it is still out there.”

      “I was hardly attacked. Someone threw a rock through a window, and I got in the way. It was probably kids fooling around.”

      Nick raised an eyebrow. “May I make sure your property’s secure?” He framed it as a question, but he wasn’t leaving until he made sure she was safe.

      “Only in a small town.” Sarah shrugged and smiled, an attempt to sound light and breezy, but she wasn’t fooling him.

      “I’ll check the doors and windows.”

      “Okay.” Sarah sounded exhausted.

      His cell phone chirped, and he glanced at it and held up his finger.

      “Deputy Sheriff Jennings.”

      “Hey, Nick.” It was Lila, the dispatcher. “Sheriff Maxwell caught some kids lurking around behind the general store. They were throwing empty liquor bottles against the wall.”

      “Any of them confess to shattering the church window?”

      “Not yet, but I imagine once we get some of their fathers in here, they’ll straighten right quick.”

      “Amish?”

      “Three of the five. Two are townies.”

      “Are they being held?”

      “Yes, at the station. If you want to put the fear of God in them, you should come in quick. I don’t imagine they’ll be there long.”

      “Okay.” Nick clicked End and looked at Sarah.

      “They caught some kids breaking glass bottles behind the general store. No one claims to have thrown a rock through the church window, but it’s possible.”

      An overwhelming need to protect Sarah filled him. What was it about her? Her petite stature? Her vulnerability? Or was he drawn to Sarah’s fiery attitude that emerged every time he suggested something she didn’t like.

      His mind flashed to his sister Christina. She seemed to have her life together now—she lived and breathed the health-care clinic—but there was a time when she, too, had been vulnerable and he hadn’t been there to help her. His stomach twisted at the thought of what might have happened if she hadn’t gotten away the night she was attacked on campus. His head told him he couldn’t be everywhere, but the pain in his heart told him he needed to try. It made him want to be a better officer.

      They stood in silence for a minute before Sarah turned and inserted the key into the lock. Most people in Apple Creek didn’t lock their doors, but he supposed a single woman living out here all alone wasn’t like most people.

      And enough bad things had happened, even here in Apple Creek, that eventually everyone would realize they’re not immune to evil.

      Sarah pushed open the door and propped the screen door open with her hip. She turned to face him. “Since they picked up the kids breaking bottles, I’m fine out here.” There was a hint of a question in her tone.

      “Hold on, you’re not slipping away from me that easily.”

      Sarah narrowed her eyes. He couldn’t seem to reach her, and he wasn’t sure why he was striking out.

      “I’m going to call Sheriff Maxwell and get their names, and you can tell me if you know any of them from your meetings.”

      Sarah leaned on the doorframe and held the screen door open a fraction with the palm of her hand, apparently still hesitant to allow him into her home.

      Once Nick gave the names, Sarah frowned. “Ruben and Ephram Zook live next door.” She stretched out her arm and pointed to the well-tended home across the field. “I’m surprised they’d get caught up in such foolishness. I’m renting the house from their parents. Their father is rather strict. However, I suppose СКАЧАТЬ