Yuletide Suspect. Lisa Phillips

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СКАЧАТЬ though it had been more than a year since he’d seen her, a lot of who they had been together still seemed to fit. Despite that, he couldn’t imagine them working as a couple after everything. But then, Tate couldn’t imagine it working with anyone now. Clearly he wasn’t the kind of guy any woman kept around.

      Soon enough they were at the old mine, the place Tate had thought of immediately when she’d mentioned a missing plane in this area.

      Assuming it hadn’t crashed and there wasn’t debris splayed across the terrain somewhere around here just waiting to be found.

      If this was indeed a case of foul play, the plane had to have landed somewhere close to here. After all, the black box had been removed and was intact. It hadn’t been destroyed or crashed with the plane and buried in the debris.

      If the people who were doing this truly wanted the plane to remain undiscovered, it meant they had to be hiding it somewhere. The front part of this system of caves and tunnels making up the entirety of the mine was an opening big enough to taxi a plane into. It would not be completely closed in, but it would at least hide the aircraft for a while.

      Tate couldn’t think of a better place to put it.

      Liberty stopped and looked across the clearing, at least eight acres of snowfall. “This is it?”

      “It’s where I would hide a plane.” When she shot him a look, Tate added, “If I was the one who was behind this. Which I am not, and you know that. Or at least you should.”

      Maybe she’d never had total faith in him, and their relationship had been shakier than he’d known. But he’d thought they were good. Preparing for the future, making plans together for when they were no longer Secret Service agents. They’d been busy all the time, out on the road campaigning every few years. On overseas details, protecting the secretary of state and other dignitaries.

      They had lived in some amazing places and seen some amazing things, but the strain of that life weighed a person down until they felt old beyond their years. He knew he felt it, but Liberty didn’t look it. Her mom didn’t look her age either, so he figured it was probably inherited.

      “How are your parents?” Tate set off toward the mine.

      Liberty strode through the snow beside him. “They’re good. My dad won a golf tournament last weekend, beat all of his friends and everything. He was seriously proud. They even got him a little trophy.” She grinned, and her teeth flashed white in the moonlight. “Have you seen your brother at all?”

      He’d told her the story about his parents’ car crash when he was in college. It was the first time he remembered being really, truly angry. Tate’s younger brother had been sixteen at the time and had spiraled on a downward descent since then. Braden had hit rock bottom so many times Tate had lost count.

      “He doesn’t return my calls. I invited him to Christmas, but I figure he’ll probably just ignore the holidays.” Tate paused, unsure whether or not to add this next part. In the end, he decided to brave the potential heartbreak. “The house I’m living in right now is actually our family’s vacation cabin. I fixed it up so I could live there.”

      “But you told me it’s for sale.”

      “I tried. I really did. I just can’t face it by myself, Lib. I can’t live with all those happy family memories and be by myself.”

      Liberty stared at him with some kind of wonder he didn’t understand. “Tate, why haven’t you found someone?” Her voice was full of so much pain it almost hurt to hear it. Like she couldn’t believe he didn’t meet eligible women every day.

      It wasn’t like they just showed up on his mountain.

      She cleared her throat, and he let her change the subject. “Your Christmas tree is very nice. And the place looks great.” She spoke tentatively, like she wasn’t sure how the words would be received. “I haven’t even had time to get mine up yet. And I was planning on going down to Florida anyway, but that isn’t going to happen now.”

      “I’m sorry this has ruined your Christmas plans.”

      “I might still be able to get them back on track. I have a few days of travel left before Christmas Eve. If this gets wrapped up before then, I’ll probably still try to head down to see my parents if I can.” Liberty tucked some hair behind her ear, the way she did when she was avoiding something.

      Tate figured she didn’t want him to know her Christmas wouldn’t be anything special, just a visit with her parents. It would be more than what he was looking forward to—assuming his house didn’t sell in the next week.

      A fire in his fireplace, hot coffee and a book. Sounded about perfect, but it wasn’t anywhere near as enjoyable as the years they’d meet up on Christmas Eve at one of their homes and watch an old movie together. It had been a tradition, a part of their life together. One he’d dearly missed last Christmas Eve.

      Right now wasn’t the time to dwell on memories. Not when they had a plane to find.

      “I’m sure that’ll be great,” he said.

      She shot him a funny look, but he didn’t have time to figure out what it was about. Tate led Liberty over to the mine’s entrance. Once one of the most prominent sources of coal in this entire area, the cave had an opening big enough to accommodate heavy equipment. It stretched above their heads and to their left and right. The inside was a dark cavern he could barely see into. Good thing he’d brought a flashlight.

      When they were close enough for her to see just how big it was, Liberty gasped. “You could totally hide a small aircraft in there.”

      “Me, specifically?”

      “You know what I mean, Tate. This place is big enough to hide a business jet like the one that disappeared. I really hope we find it and the people who are missing. I can’t imagine what they’re going through.” She started to walk fast.

      Fifteen feet from the mine’s opening, a rumble shook the ground. Before Tate could register the fact that it was an earthquake, an orange fireball split the space between the roof of the mine and the walls.

      The force of the explosion pushed them back onto the snow with a rush of hot air and flames.

      * * *

      Dirt and rocks rained down over the entrance like a tsunami of earth as the mine exploded in on itself. Tate grabbed her arm, but Liberty was already climbing to her feet and running. The roar was almost as loud as the deafening explosion. Her ears rang, and she thought he might be yelling instructions to her, but she couldn’t hear. Thankfully, the terrain wasn’t sloped, or there quite likely would have been an avalanche.

      The ground started to shift under her as she ran. Liberty stumbled, and Tate scooped her up like the hero he’d been to her for years. Underneath he was still the same protective guy she’d loved. Being in his arms had been the safest place, second only to right at his back during a fire fight. And she knew which she preferred.

      Tate picked up the pace, forcing her to keep up. Liberty ran until sweat chilled on her temple and ran down her back. She estimated it was almost half a mile before they were clear of the explosion and the debris it had caused, and Tate slowed.

      Liberty set her hands on her knees and bent forward, sucking in breaths.

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