Black Canyon Conspiracy. Cindi Myers

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      All she wanted was a normal life—a job and a husband and maybe a family one day. But all those things seemed so out of reach. Her own brain had betrayed her, and while the doctors and therapists had assured her that she could live a normal, productive life with bipolar disorder, she suspected them of lying to make her feel better. Or was that just the depressive side of her disorder pulling her down? She couldn’t even trust her own thoughts these days.

      While Marco contacted Ranger headquarters and summoned a wrecker, she walked around to the other side of the car and phoned Sophie. “Hey, I was just on my way back to the apartment,” Sophie said when the call connected. “I thought maybe we could take in a movie or something.”

      “I’m not there.”

      “Where are you?”

      “With Marco. My car broke down and we’re headed over to Ranger headquarters.”

      “What happened? What’s wrong with the car?”

      “Marco thinks someone sabotaged the brakes. We’re okay,” she hastened to add. “The car’s kind of beat up, but we’re fine.”

      “Was Marco with you when it happened?” Sophie asked.

      “Yes. I’m going to stay with him a few days.”

      “With Marco?” Sophie’s surprise was clear.

      “He thinks it will be safer. There was someone watching our apartment earlier.” She didn’t tell Sophie about the package with its implied death threat. Thank goodness Marco had taken it with them. She didn’t want to upset her sister, but also talking about the note made it too real.

      “I’m sure it is safer.” Sophie sounded amused. “That should be interesting. I think he’s attracted to you.”

      She shifted her gaze to Marco. Did all her friends think that he was interested in her? Then, why couldn’t she see it? He stood with his back to her, giving her a great view of his broad shoulders, muscular arms, narrow waist and admittedly perfect backside. He looked like the after photo in the advertisement for a workout program. Physically fit and totally together. The perfect match for a basket case like her—not. “He wants to get Prentice,” she said. “I’m the quickest route to that goal. It’s nothing personal.”

      “I don’t know about that. He’s good at hiding his feelings, but he’s bound to have some, somewhere beneath that stoic facade.”

      “You should consider staying with Rand,” Lauren said. “At least for a few days.” She didn’t want someone coming to the apartment looking for her and finding Sophie there alone.

      “Not a bad idea,” Sophie said.

      “Make him go back to the apartment with you to get your things,” Lauren said.

      “Do you really think it’s that dangerous?”

      She glanced at her destroyed car, the paint scraped from the side in a jagged, violent wound. “Yes,” she said simply.

      Marco tucked his phone back into his pocket and turned toward Lauren. “I have to go,” she said. The last thing she wanted was for him to overhear Sophie’s analysis of his potential as a love interest. “I’ll call you later.”

      “Someone will be here to pick us up in a few minutes,” Marco said once she’d hung up. “Everything okay?”

      “Yes. I was just letting Sophie know what was happening.”

      “Good idea.” He leaned back against the car and scanned the horizon. He had a stillness about him she envied, as if whenever he wanted he could quiet all the busyness and distraction that plagued her.

      “What are you thinking?” she asked.

      “That it would be hard for a sniper to position himself here. The country’s too open.”

      Her knees went weak, and she joined him in leaning against the car. “You think someone might be out there, ready to shoot us?”

      He shook his head. “It’s not a good location.”

      She closed her eyes. This was too real. Someone—probably Richard Prentice—wanted her dead.

      “I’ll feel better when we get out of the open,” he said. “Someone will probably come along soon to see if we crashed—to make sure we’re dead.”

      She swallowed hard. “Can we talk about something else, please?”

      He didn’t take his gaze from the horizon. “What do you want to talk about?”

      “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

      “I had six older sisters.”

      “Big family.” She envied him. Sophie was the only family she had. “Do you see them often?”

      “Not really. They live in California.” He fell silent for a moment, then added, “Only four of them are still alive.”

      “Oh. I’m sorry.”

      “One sister died of an overdose. The other disappeared. We don’t know what happened to her.”

      And here she’d thought she was the only one with troubles. “That must be hard,” she said. Not the innocuous conversation she’d hoped for.

      “It is what it is.” He straightened. “Here’s our ride.”

      A Cruiser identical to the one Marco usually drove made a U-turn and pulled in behind Lauren’s disabled car. Montrose County sheriff’s deputy Lance Carpenter, the local representative on the task force, left the vehicle running as he stepped out of the driver’s seat and pushed his Stetson back on his head. “Trying out for the demolition derby?” he asked.

      “Very funny.” Marco shoved the car keys into Lance’s hands. “Give these to the wrecker driver—and make sure nobody touches anything around the brakes until the techs have gone over it.” He took Lauren’s hand and pulled her toward the Cruiser.

      “Where do you think you’re going?” Lance asked.

      “I need to get Lauren out of here before whoever cut those brake lines shows up to admire the results of his handiwork.”

      “What am I supposed to do?” Lance asked.

      “Wait here for the wrecker driver.”

      “Should we have left him?” Lauren asked as Marco gunned the engine and they headed toward the park.

      “The wrecker will be there any minute now, and I wasn’t comfortable with you standing around out in the open.”

      “The idea that I have a target on my back doesn’t seem real to me.”

      “The trick is to balance the awareness of danger with the need to keep from panicking.” He glanced at her. “Not easy, I know.”

      “I think I’m glad I got the extra meds.”

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