Appalachian Abduction. Debbie Herbert

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       Chapter Two

      Charlotte suppressed a wince as she collapsed into the seat across from his desk at the Lavender Mountain Sheriff’s Office. She glanced at his nameplate. Officer James Tedder. The name had a familiar ring.

      “Driver’s license, please,” he said matter-of-factly, firing up the computer on his battered wooden desk. He examined her gun and wrote down the serial number before opening his desk drawer and locking it away.

      “License. Right.” She made a show of rummaging through her backpack. “Shoot,” she mumbled. “It’s not here. Must have left it at the cabin. Sorry.”

      He quirked a brow. “How convenient. Tell me your name.”

      The officer was bound to get her real name from the truck’s license plate numbers. No use lying. “Charlotte Helms.”

      He picked up his cell phone, and she saw a photo of the rental tag as he typed. But there was no need to panic just because he had her name. He’d run a standard background check and see she had no priors. No reason for him to look further and check out her employment record. A little fast talking on her part to avoid trespassing charges, and her cover would remain uncompromised.

      “The truck’s a rental,” she volunteered. “Thought it would be easier to keep my ex-boyfriend off the trail that way.” She trembled her lips and let her eyes fill with tears. This wouldn’t be her first performance for getting out of a jam. And acting was so much easier when she actually felt like crying from pain. “You were right. I’m running from someone.”

      “How did you wind up in my cabin?”

      Bad spot of luck there. It’d looked perfect when she’d scouted the area earlier—practically deserted but sturdy, and the location so close to Falling Rock. She’d figured it would be less conspicuous to camp there than to rent a room at a local motel. The tourist season was long over and she didn’t want to attract attention.

      “It...seemed safe,” she hedged. “I was afraid if I stayed at a motel he’d track me down. I don’t have much cash on me, only credit cards.” She added a hitch to her voice. “I left in a bit of a hurry.”

      He paused a heartbeat, drumming his fingers on the desk. “How did he hurt you?”

      His face and voice were neutral and she couldn’t tell if he was buying her story or not. Charlotte thought fast.

      “It wasn’t my ex-boyfriend. I’d gone for a walk,” she lied. “Got a little stir crazy holed up in the cabin. I must have ended up on someone’s property because a shot came out of nowhere. Might have been an irate land owner. Or...maybe it was a hunter mistaking me for a deer? I didn’t stick around to find out. In my hurry, I stumbled and took a hard fall.”

      “Exactly where were you when this incident occurred?”

      “About a mile or two south of the cabin? I can’t say. I was focused on getting the hell out of there.”

      A ding sounded on the computer and he turned to the screen. “Truck was rented from Atlanta,” he read. “Two days ago. The contract states you’ve rented it for two weeks.”

      “That’s right.” Charlotte swiped at her eyes and sniffed. “I apologize for staying at your cabin. I’ll be glad to pay for a new door and any other damages incurred.”

      He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. “A crime’s been committed here.”

      “Please don’t arrest me for trespassing. I’ve never been in trouble with the law.” Then she remembered. “And, um, sorry for that other incident, too.”

      “You drew a gun on me,” he stated flatly, a muscle flexing in his jaw.

      “I thought you were my ex.”

      “Again, I identified myself before entering the cabin. Fleeing an officer is a crime.”

      “But I didn’t see you,” she argued. “I couldn’t be sure who you really were.”

      “And then there’s the matter of someone taking potshots at you. I’m going to need more details on that.”

      She waved a hand in the air dismissively. “Why? I’m fine. I won’t be pressing charges even if you find the one who fired. I just want to move on. I decided during that long walk today that I want to stay with my parents in South Carolina for a bit. Get my life together and put distance between me and my ex.”

      “Move on all you like, but I still have the problem of a rogue shooter in the woods. We’re going back there and you’re going to show me where you were when this happened.”

      “But...my leg.”

      “You claim the injury’s not serious enough for medical attention.”

      Her temper rose. “But I can’t walk a mile and go scouting around the wilderness.”

      “I have a four-wheeler. You won’t have to walk.”

      “I see.” She cleared her throat and pressed a hand to her head injury. “Could we do this tomorrow?”

      His blank expression never wavered. “You have a permit to carry a weapon?”

      Charlotte blinked at the sudden change of topic. The damn gun. Once he ran the serial numbers he’d have her employment history. And then her cover was blown.

      “Of course I have a permit.”

      If only she could be sure he was a clean cop. It would be amazing to have assistance in saving Jenny. And he acted sincere with his direct manner. His face was rugged while at the same time maintaining a certain boyish charm. She couldn’t deny that she found him appealing and his forthright air inexplicably tugged at her to confide everything. But this was a small town, one that Jenny Ashbury’s kidnappers had chosen for a reason. And that reason might very well be that local law enforcement had been paid to turn a blind eye on the abductor’s comings and goings.

      She couldn’t take that chance with Jenny’s life.

      A middle-aged lady with dark hair and bifocals stuck her head in the door. “Harlan СКАЧАТЬ