Amish Christmas Hideaway. Lenora Worth

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СКАЧАТЬ a noise coming from the front yard, she stopped. Should she go down or call 911?

      Before she could decide, a strong arm pulled her close. She tried to scream but the sound caught in her throat. Then a hand clamped down over her mouth and a man breathed close.

      Frantic, she tried to raise the poker.

      “Be still and don’t make a sound.”

      Nathan.

      He released her and touched his finger to her lips. Then he whispered close. “I’ve got this.”

      Relieved but wanting to kick him for scaring her, Alisha whispered, “Who was out there?”

      “Carson,” he said. “He was done with the search and decided to drive by to see if we’d made it here safely. But he did spot a prowler. We met up in the front yard. He’s still out there rattling around.”

      “Why didn’t you just say that instead of scaring me?”

      “I didn’t want to startle you and cause you to scream.”

      “What makes you think I’d scream?”

      “Why didn’t you stay put?”

      Tired and still shaking, she glowered at him. “I went to get this,” she said, holding up the poker. Her hand shook so she held it down again.

      Nathan’s frown darkened. “I told you to stay where you were.”

      “I was worried about you and my grandmother. I had to do something.” Then she checked him over. “What happened?”

      “I’m fine. The prowler ran away and got in a vehicle about a block from here. Carson’s off-duty, working on his own time to see if he can find any prints.”

      He took the poker from her. “Are you all right?”

      Nodding, she turned toward the breezeway. “I need to check on Granny.”

      “I went over there when I couldn’t find you,” he said. “Her door is closed. The lower door is still locked. Everything’s okay over there.”

      Nathan’s phone buzzed. “Carson, all clear inside. I’ll meet you at the front door.”

      Alisha followed Nathan down the stairs and put in the code to unlock the door.

      The deputy came in, shivering and nodding. “So we had a visitor.”

      “Yep.” Nathan turned to Alisha. “Alisha, this is my friend Deputy Carson Benton.”

      Alisha shook the man’s hand, noticing he was about the same age as Nathan but his hair was clipped and close-cut and he was built like a linebacker. “Thank you for all of your help, Deputy Benton.”

      “Call me Carson,” the deputy said with a smile. “Nasty business, but we’ll get things going. The town police will want to get your statement, Miss Braxton. We can do that in the morning.” Then he glanced toward Nathan. “And we can talk more in the morning. I want to help but I’ll need information.”

      “Why not now?” Alisha said. “I can’t sleep and it’s quiet here. We can go in the office.”

      Carson’s stern expression never changed but his gaze moved to Nathan. Did he have to get the PI’s approval? “I’ll need to call the officers who worked the scene where your car went over. They’ll be the ones working this side of the case.”

      “I would expect all of you to follow proper protocol,” Alisha replied, daring Nathan to argue with her.

      “You heard the woman,” Nathan said. Then he turned to Alisha. “I know you’re antsy but you’re gonna crash and burn if you don’t get some rest.”

      “I want to find these killers,” she replied, moving ahead of them. But she couldn’t deny that she was sinking fast. Turning at the stairs leading down, she waited. “The sooner I get this report done, the sooner I can rest.”

      Carson shook his head and shrugged at Nathan. “We all agree on that.” He walked aside to call in one of the officer who’d been on the scene earlier.

      Alisha motioned them along the downstairs central hall. Soon they were settled in the big office that used to belong to Admiral Campton. She kept the blinds closed and turned on a desk lamp while she wondered if someone could still be lurking around out there.

      Once the other officer arrived, they all sat down across from the desk, quiet and observant until they got down to business.

      Officer Cantor looked sleepy, his salt-and-pepper hair thick and unruly. “Once I take your statement, I can work with the state police to get on with this investigation. They’ll put out an APB on the vehicle Nathan described, the same one you saw. The Philly police issued a BOLO on the two suspects who are now wanted for the double homicide that you witnessed and for murdering a police officer and injuring another one, and for your attempted murder. We’ve got men searching the woods but I have to believe whoever showed up here tonight had to have been one of those men. Or both.”

      “They might not even realize we came here since my truck is hidden in the garage,” Nathan said. “Maybe they were looking to steal a ride.”

      “Or finish the job,” Carson pointed out.

      “So let’s start at the beginning,” Officer Cantor said. “I know you told the LEOs back in Philadelphia what happened but whatever information you can give the town police will help them to coordinate with Philly to make sure we’re after the same driver and shooter, got it?”

      Alisha nodded. “I’m a lawyer. I’ve got it.”

      Carson’s appreciative glance eased her worries a little. She had to wonder what Nathan had told his friend about her. She wondered about a lot of things regarding Nathan Craig. He was back in her world in a big way so she needed to handle this with a logical approach. Not a good time to get all tangled up in the past and what might have been.

      For the next few minutes, she talked about what had happened hours ago in Philadelphia. When she was finished, she had no energy left. Retelling the horror of watching two people die had outdone her.

      Nathan held up his hand. “That’s enough for now. Alisha needs to get some rest. I’ll stand guard.”

      “You need to sleep, too,” she said, glad he was here but still holding out reservations on how this was going to work.

      “I don’t sleep much,” he said, his tone quiet, his eyes shuttered.

      “Okay.” His friend stood and crossed his arms over his chest while Officer Cantor gathered his things. “You two work out the details on who’s more tired and I’ll get back with you tomorrow to see how you’re doing.”

      Alisha didn’t argue. “Thank you, Deputy Benton and Officer Cantor.” Then she added, “You’ll probably hear from the Philadelphia FBI field office. I’m more than willing to talk to them, too.”

      “We can arrange that,” Officer Cantor said. “Bring you into the station.”

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