Army Ranger Redemption. Carol Ericson

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СКАЧАТЬ “He’s dead. He’s not going anywhere. I’ll come with you.”

      “What happened to him?” She clambered to her knees, and he held out the hand that didn’t have blood on it.

      “He has a chest wound. I can’t tell what did it, but he lost a lot of blood. I’m surprised he had the strength to reach out and grab you, or even the wherewithal to realize anyone was passing.”

      She grabbed his hand, and he pulled her up beside him, where he could smell her musky-sweet scent.

      “He must’ve been the one moaning out here. Maybe he lost consciousness and then came to when we passed him. He reached out to me as a last-ditch effort.” She bent her leg at the knee and rubbed her ankle.

      “Let’s go.” He tugged on her hand to get her away from the dead guy in the bushes. “From the looks of the blood pumping out of his chest, he was fast on his way out and wouldn’t have survived even if we had discovered him when he was moaning.”

      As they burst onto the access road, he aimed his light at the ground and hurried across the gravel and dirt, practically dragging Scarlett behind him as she kept trying her phone.

      He didn’t want to run into whatever...or whoever that man had encountered.

      When they reached Scarlett’s mailbox on the road, she nudged his arm. “Got it.”

      “Let me report it.” He took the phone from her and spoke to the emergency operator, giving her what he could. When he finished the call, he dropped the phone back into Scarlett’s palm.

      She asked, “Did you see his face? Do you know him?”

      “I didn’t get a good look at his face, but I doubt I know him. It’s been a while since I’ve been back to Timberline.” He held out his hand in front of him and lit it up with the beam from his flashlight. “I got his blood on my hand, though.”

      “Ugh. Do you want me to get a towel while we wait for the cops? I have paper towels in my car.”

      “I’ll leave it until the sheriff’s department can have a look at it.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “What happened back there? Why’d you stop following me?”

      “I—” Her eyes darted to his pocket where he’d stashed his weapon. “I didn’t want to go any deeper in the forest.”

      Especially in the company of a man with a gun—a man she’d just met even though they’d been high school classmates years ago. Smart girl.

      “And then the guy just grabbed your ankle? Hard?”

      “Not that hard but enough to surprise me and trip me up.”

      “When did you realize he was hurt?”

      “I kicked out when I fell, to loosen his hold. I’d already had my cell phone out for the light. When I was on the ground, the little beam of light illuminated his hand, and I could see that it was limp. His arm wasn’t moving, but I screamed again just in case.”

      “I heard you, loud and clear—both times. You didn’t see his face?”

      “I wanted to run the hell out of there, but I couldn’t move. My muscles froze. I certainly didn’t want to look at him. Did you see his face?”

      “Nope.” He shook his head. “Maybe you know him. Maybe he was a friend on his way to visit you.”

      “Me?” Her dark brows shot up. “I don’t think so. The only people who come out here to visit me are my cousins, Jason and Annie. And that wasn’t Jason’s hand.”

      “We’ll find out who he is soon enough.” He held up one finger. “Sirens.”

      The revolving lights on top of the emergency vehicles cast an eerie glow in the misty air as they flew down the small road to Scarlett’s cabin.

      Jim waved the flashlight in the air to flag them down.

      The vehicles—one ambulance, one fire truck and a squad car—squealed to a stop in front of Scarlett’s mailbox.

      Jogging next to the squad car, Jim knocked on the passenger window, and the deputy buzzed it down. “You can go up the access road. The body’s in the woods, just off the trail.”

      The deputy gestured out his window for the ambulance to make the turn onto the access road, and then he followed it.

      Jim and Scarlett caught up just as the officer was getting out of his cruiser. “What’s going on, Scarlett? More shots fired out here? More bear traps?”

      Jim shifted his gaze to Scarlett’s face. She hadn’t told him about any shots being fired out here or any bear traps. That’s all he needed for his other leg—a bear trap.

      “Cody, you remember Jim Kennedy, don’t you?” She swept her arm in his direction.

      With his left hand, Jim shook Cody Unger’s hand. Must be Deputy Cody Unger now. He’d been the high school quarterback and an all-around good guy. Jim hadn’t known him well—different circles.

      “Kennedy.” Unger nodded. “Did you find him?”

      “Scarlett did.” Jim held up his right palm. “But I checked him out. He has a wound to the chest and lost a lot of blood. This way.”

      As Jim led the way with his flashlight, Scarlett asked Unger, “Where’s Sheriff Musgrove?”

      “I called him. He’s not feeling well, told me to handle it.”

      Jim stopped and pointed to the arm flung out on the trail. “That’s him. The rest of his body is beneath those bushes. I don’t know how he got there, but both Scarlett and I heard a scream or a cry earlier. Must’ve been him.”

      “I have a couple of other deputies en route. They can canvass this area.” Unger squatted down next to the body and pushed the bushes away from it while shining his flashlight on the man’s face. “Doesn’t look familiar. Let’s get out of the way and let the EMTs do their thing.”

      The EMTs squeezed past them as Jim and Scarlett followed Unger back to the access road.

      “Do you mind if we talk inside your cabin, Scarlett?”

      “I was hoping you’d ask.” She sniffled. “It’s cold out here.”

      They ran into the other two deputies in front of Scarlett’s cabin and Unger instructed them to look for evidence in the area and to check for the man’s ID.

      Once inside the cabin, Unger pulled a kit out of the black bag slung across his body. “I’m going to scrape some of that blood from your hand and get it on a slide. Then you can wash it off.”

      Jim held out his hand, palm up, and Unger ran a stick over his skin to collect a sampling of the blood. He transferred it to a slide, sealed another slide on top of the first one and dropped it into a plastic bag. “You can clean up now. Thanks for preserving the evidence.”

      Scarlett tapped his arm. “Bathroom’s the first door on your right.”

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