Ranger Guardian. Angi Morgan
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Название: Ranger Guardian
Автор: Angi Morgan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: Texas Brothers of Company B
isbn: 9781474079099
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“Thanks, but no. I’m running some facial recognitions and backgrounds. Why aren’t you going home?”
Wade shrugged again. “I have my own demons to chase.”
Demons? Heath recognized barriers. Several months ago Wade had been brutally beaten, cracking ribs and almost losing an eye. He would have lost his life if it hadn’t been for a woman named Therese Ortis warning another company Ranger, Jack MacKinnon.
All traces of the woman had vaporized. Was she the demon Wade chased? Too late to ask. The conversation was over.
It was a good time to step outside and call Kendall. He left a message when she didn’t answer, then texted her to call when she was home so he could talk with Skylar Dawn. The light pollution around here didn’t block every star in the sky. He perched against the tailgate and just looked out.
There would be rain in the next couple of days. The color around the moon had changed. His mother had taught him that. He should take his daughter for a visit. Soon. But the nine-hour drive to Southwest Texas was hard enough when two parents shared the responsibilities.
That had been the excuse, and his parents had accepted it. The last real trip they’d taken to Alpine had slowed them down further with the horse trailer to pick up Jupitar and Stardust almost a year ago. When had life gotten out of hand?
The day I walked out of my house.
Needing a pep talk, he dialed. “Hey, Mom. How’s everything going?”
“It’s much the same. The baseball team looks to do pretty good this year. But you didn’t call to catch up on Sul Ross.”
“I don’t mind hearing about it.” And he didn’t. Just listening to his mom’s voice gave him a sense of inner calm.
“Are you still living...?”
“At the Thompson ranch? Yes. And no, I haven’t really talked to Kendall. Skylar Dawn is growing and getting more amazing every day. She made new paintings for everyone. I’ll get it in the mail this weekend.”
“No rodeo? No busting heads?”
He rubbed his bruised ribs but knew his mother referred to Kendall’s mom. “That was this past weekend. Okay, maybe it happened a little tonight, too.”
“Uh-huh. You’re going to kill yourself and make that woman very happy.”
He was pretty sure he wouldn’t drop dead, but the pain was a constant reminder that he might not have too many rodeo days left. Maybe he should focus on more rides with Skylar Dawn instead.
“Mom. We’ve talked about this. I need the money.” Yeah, he did. And one crack about his mother-in-law was all either of them was allowed.
The extra work he did around the ranch still didn’t repay the Thompsons what boarding his two horses would cost. He was determined to make up the difference and not accept a free ride.
“We could help you out, but you won’t let us.”
“You already have three full-time jobs. A professor at the university, a wife and a nurse to Dad. You’re the one who needs to slow down. I should be sending money to you. Is he okay?”
“Dad is still the same. He’s giving everyone what for, doesn’t remember doing it, then does it again.” She laughed. “I wish we could come see you, but breaking his routine is really hard.”
“I know, Mom. I should be there.”
“Nonsense. You have a very important job, a family and a wonderful daughter. Concentrate on those precious girls.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll call my grandbaby this weekend. You okay? I should get your daddy into bed soon.”
“Just that...I’m always better after talking to you.” His mother’s positive, can-do attitude poured out of her every sentence. “Love you.”
“I love you, too, son.”
Talking to at least one woman he loved gave him his second wind. He returned to his desk and began the computer searches he needed on Public Exposure. He wanted to know everything.
Making a substantial contribution in the morning would make it much harder to stop his involvement with the case. The last thing he wanted was for Kendall to play the conflict-of-interest card.
Wade finally went home.
It was too late to speak with his daughter. Too late to read to her. He had no reason to text his wife. Again.
“This can’t be right.” The addresses of the two drivers today weren’t only on the same street in Dallas—they were on the same block.
He looked up the owners—not them, a corporation. Now the digging got fun. So fun he didn’t notice the time until it was two in the morning.
Time to call it a night.
He had what he’d been searching for. A good, solid, old-fashioned lead.
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