Fatal Threat
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He landed a job as a police officer in Houston, worked his way up to detective and hadn’t seen Kendall since. Now here he was.
Could he handle running into her again? Did it matter?
If this was her cruiser, he had no choice. Something was up with Aunt Eve, and he was going to get some answers tonight, even if those answers came from Kendall.
He went to the door, keeping his head on a swivel as he walked. He’d been in law enforcement far too long to let his worry for his aunt overtake his safety training. He inserted his key in the lock and pushed the door open. It swung in with a creak that was swallowed up by chirps from the loud cicadas, which were always prevalent in August.
“Hey, anybody here?” he yelled. “It’s Cord Goodwin. Eve’s nephew and Houston police officer.”
Through the living room and down the hallway, he saw a flashlight lying on the floor, the beam pointing his way. Next to it, a body lay, unmoving.
No. No.
Eve? The deputy?
Cord’s heart constricted, and his gut knotted. He almost didn’t want to know who it was, but he had to find out.
He slipped effortlessly into his officer persona, raised his gun and eased into the house, clearing each room on the way. He wanted to move faster, but he couldn’t risk someone charging out and ending his life.
He reached the hallway. The person on the floor wore a deputy’s uniform. A woman. He squinted to make out the face.
Pain pierced his heart.
Kendall. It was Kendall lying on the floor, her eyes closed.
Please, God. Please don’t let her have sustained a life-threatening injury.
Cord grabbed the flashlight and ran the beam over her body. No bloody wounds.
Good. Good. A large bump the size of a goose egg bulged on her forehead, and his aunt’s big rolling pin lay on the floor beside her.
Kendall had been blindsided. Took a blow to the head. Better than a gunshot, he supposed.
Keeping his gun fixed forward with one hand, he squatted to check her pulse. Her skin was soft and warm, bringing back memories he’d buried deep. He shook them off and moved his fingers until he located her pulse. Strong and sure.
His heart rate slowed, and he reached for her radio. “This is off-duty Detective Cord Goodwin from Houston. You have a deputy down.” He relayed his aunt’s address.
He heard movement in the kitchen. Looked up to see a man in the shadows looking back at them. The guy suddenly bolted toward the back door.
“Stop! Police!” Cord shot to his feet.
The guy kept running. Cord charged to the door and shone the flashlight over the yard. The fleeing suspect disappeared into the woods. Cord chased after him, but once he reached the wooded area, a motorcycle roared to life.
Cord stopped. No way could he catch the suspect on a bike. Better to find Eve and help Kendall. Eve first, as he had no idea if she’d been injured, and Kendall appeared stable. Panic rioting within him, he forced it down to go back inside and search Eve’s bedroom.
He took a quick swing of the flashlight over the kitchen, coming to rest on a rusty red spot on the linoleum floor. Blood? Was that blood?
He swallowed hard and hurried across the room. Squatted. Yeah, it was, all right. As much as he didn’t want it to be, he’d seen blood far too many times in his job to question it.
He shot up and rushed out of the room. Kendall still lay on the floor. As he passed her, the urge to help her almost overpowered his concern for his aunt. Almost.
Holding his breath, he pushed into Eve’s room and flipped on the light. The room was undisturbed, the bed made, but she wasn’t there or in the spare room, either.
He sighed out a breath of relief before a bead of worry took its place. He hadn’t found Eve’s body. That was good. Really good. But Eve was still missing, there was blood in the kitchen and an intruder who was willing to kill a deputy with a rolling pin had fled the home.
Something was wrong here. Terribly wrong.
Copyright © 2019 by Susan Sleeman
ISBN-13: 9781488040238
Fatal Threat
Copyright © 2019 by Valerie Whisenand
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